From Thailand With Love
....and so the story begins or where does it end? Yes I might imagine that for many here the fascination of reading here at this blog today, might be the title and then comes the what if, of maybe another James Bond movie.
Well there is no movie story here, so if that’s what drew you, you can stop reading now and go on back home. This is the story of my wife’s quest for life, her work and the treasures she finds and then brings home. Her treasures may not always be the valued treasures that are worth big money in the worlds of art, but they are treasures in her heart and as I am married to this Lady, I likewise also have learned to hear her heart. My wife’s job, will on occasion require, (although I’m sure she never sees it as a ‘required thing’) her to travel abroad to many various changing landscapes and so it was not long ago that the job took her to Thailand and Bangkok.
On these travels she later fills me in on the details of five star hotels, fine cuisine and balconies of motels where she is left as hanging out over the water on some exotic beach. Up until recent years there were the times when her travels took her to places where modern technology had not yet caught up, and so with no phone service, we had an understanding that ‘no news….was in-deed good news’! I could also tell you of the time, one of our daughters broke her hip while snow boarding and my wife never even knew of this till walking in the house, we delivered the good news of her recovery….ah yes, such is life.
In her travels, where she is treated to the best places of hospitality and foods, there is also the anticipated times of moments and days when with all work as done, she can then get on to where her heart desires to go. And on this trip to Thailand, that meant out into the busy streets and alleyways of Bangkok….and yes this does sometimes concern me, but then also I have learned that to cage a ‘free spirit’ with what I call the A/C word, ‘accountability and control’ is in-deed a life worse then death itself. As such excursions of this kind happen quite often when she goes abroad, I am ever in touch with her also as two hearts that have met and are one. I often think of how there’s not so much difference in this area between us, since for myself also, much of my time in the woods is spent alone dropping trees and working the forest and from this has come my understanding of ‘moments and times of seasons’. From this springs my understanding of how all things work together for what I see as the ultimate of ‘very good’ as ‘just is’.
So out she goes chasing, where her heart leads, and this blog story is about the find that she brought back from Thailand, hence the title for this blog; “From Thailand With Love”. It is always one of the highlighting moments of when we meet at airports and such and then on the drive back home I am always in anticipation of what is the find this time. Ha!....and then there was the time a few years ago, when she brought back a bathroom sink from down in Mexico. This is a story I will write about once the cabinet is finished for a bathroom remodel I am doing here at our house this spring. My wife is always telling everyone, about….”how I can do anything”, hence she is always bringing these ‘things’ home for me to put together for our home. Being able to do anything is a great big ‘puff me up word’ that our wife’s use on us men, as I sure other men also know about, but it also has great rewards, as my wife knows that in order to do anything, also means that I may need some new tool!
Back home she is telling me and showing me this great find and all the while I’m looking at how am I going to fit this piece together when the pieces don’t even match….ah yes, the joys of life. She’s thinking ‘hand carved’ and I’m looking at slightly less then, cnc work. However since ‘I can do’....—any-thing—so be it and here is the finished ‘wood art’ project which I am now looking to install in one of the rooms here.
I joined the wood by using 1’’ x 2’’ oak on the back side in the framework of a picture frame type setting….and yes, there is the distinct lines where the pieces come together, but since I want the wood to be able to move, I will let these lines be.
Most important here is that my wife is happy, and once again I have become her hero as one who can do any-thing….and in the end, thats what life is all about.
Have a very good day….I’m late with the blog today as I have been out early plowing here since yes, we got snow again yesterday. Did someone hear me write earlier this week that spring had arrived….?
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/