Gathering Wood Cognition
....so I came to waundering forth into the breaking of a new dawn, where sunlights of dew laden drops made glad the heart felt of earthen warmth, till in my journey i breathed the golden ether of flowers starting to weather, and in this passing of time i was thank-full to start the day….
....and as the day came close to ending dusk, i shed my tools of schedule to go and play where childhood enables, since in this walk of streams gone free of snow melt dribble, i came to know that forest of woods are golden delights….
And so I started my day of Tuesday morning, with a walk around the house to see the images of life as new growth that is coming forth. At times like these, one can hear the euphonious sound of the earth splitting to allow those creations that have lain dormant, to now come forth with shouts of praise. The buds are already starting to form on the fruit trees and I also noticed buds on the blueberry bushes….and heaven has in-deed kissed the earth of aureate with a passion of zest….
....if you listen with your eyes, one can smell the sounds of spring….
....yellow is the color of awe inspired imagination let loose upon the landscape of desire….
....while in the gardens of the rocks, I spied some purple mixing with green….
....and then there’s ‘wood art’ for eyes to partake….
....while in the passing I was sure to leave some heart-full thanks….
And then at ending day, when through the course of sun lit paths, I said it’s time to go again....
....so walking out into those woods, I thought to gather some some images of where the silky streams of water are but the twisting of woodlands gone free….
....while following the stream, I watched the woods….
....and in this place I came upon a fallen comrade, one of the ancients of ages past….
....so coming here, is climbing higher past rocks of age and youngsters of trees….
....while in my waundering I soon gave way to coming dark….
Walking the forest of trees that surround me has been the place where the wisdom of wood is found. Much that I have learned of wood joinery comes from exploring and sitting in silence with the trees, as they show me and reveal how they are joined. How can one start to understand wood, which is a ‘living cellular being’ until one has spent time in the surrounding landscape of these ancient ones. I have studied books and learned by rote, but never did I come to an understanding, till I sat with wood.
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/