Harmony of Soul
....and so today while out having a walkabout….
—-i passed the way that often bears me out to that stump of a tree, that was dis-eased with wood-rot, just as i was dis-eased with all my accumulated years of endeavouring to keep ahead, while never knowing the enjoyment that comes from what ‘just is’ right before my eyes….
—-this place where it seems that ages have passed by, since the dis-covered learning of only yesterdays new growth, where i gave up my questing for wanting more of that which all-ready is, where in that ageless past i bent on bended knees as i placed the ashes of a master who although long gone is never gone….
—-this one i came to know as ‘the old timer’ is never far from where i am, and often i know that this one is standing right there behind me, still showing me that it is in the art of bended knee, that working the wood is working together as one….
And so for now I have decided to once again sit here in the silence of this moment, where all too soon the silence will depart, as the woods begin to speak their own unique musical voice. All and soon will come the vibrations of the earth below my feet as I now take my boots off, so as to feel that link with the roots of my past, where the tops of trees shake swaying in the wind and welcome me back from the structures of man.
Even now I look before the ground that surrounds me here and know that soon as in the past will come those blessed ‘Cypripedium acaula’; these are one of my favorites with coming spring and all the goodness that April brings my way. Ah yes, I remember even now of all the stress and insomnia I used to have and how the old timer showed me this Lady Slippers//Moccasin flower and taught me of the healing they could give. Back then it was always about working to stay ahead of the competition and never knowing when to stop….
’—-till in my soul,
my heart cried foul,
and love ran cold,
where i was as one grown old….’
Back then I was a taker and maker….and yes I’ll say it again, although the words come out different now, I was a hacker of wood who hawked his talents to the highest bidder and in my heart there was no shame.
I remember the first time the old timer laid his eyes on me, and I was one who thought myself to be so hard….his eyes laid right into soul and bare my heart with searing light. Hard though I thought myself to be, I tell you now, I wept as a child and then I saw his smile, as he pointed up and behind my shoulder, from where a shadow now crept across our feet. Tuning I looked to see what ‘being’ could have cast this line, and there standing tall and wide, smiled an aged old master oak, who shook the earth before our feet with laughter that came from ages past. This was the first time I heard the old timer speak, but his few words became guiding lessons that have since been a passing of the way. ”All is yours….so take what you will, but use what you take!”
Ages came and went with the old timer, as he let me into his way of life, were it seemed that time stood still, as he passed on to me the rite of wood. Working much to the rhythm of his breathing, he could hear the wood speak of what should be, and then there came the day when by myself, I also heard the wood speak my name. I remember now, of how the old timer came into the shop that crispy fall morning and without so much as giving me a chance to speak, he smiled and from that smile I read the understanding that he also had heard the news of my given name.
This way of wood is what I am, where words come few as life runs deep. I have long since learned that it’s not about what I leave behind, but of more importance is the lives I touch in my journey of wood. Yes I know that some will never understand the hearing of the trees, as their branches pluck at the strings of heaven, making music that creates within me, the harmony of soul. In this place between the ether of earth and heaven is the place of my ‘wood art’, where the spirit of oneness is reflected in the face of all that I see….
....and yes, though this one photo is from last year, I now wait expectantly for new ‘Pink Ladies’ to grace the land….
....to be continued in the vastness of eternity….
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/