The simple pleasures of enjoying my shop include the sounds of nature.
I love to hear the birds talk their own language or maybe listen to a late afternoon breeze announcing it’s arrival and sending a small wave of coolness into the shop as if it were saying a friendly hello.
The sound of the saw when it is freshly sharpened and greets the wood with that strong crisp command of a kerf to a clean cut. Looking at the handle when placing it down on my bench and having just a minute of wonder ….where has that saw been?....what jobs did it do?, and feeling lucky to have saved it for using again.
I enjoy how the handplanes sit there in their shelves and till….just waiting and biding their time. Soon they will be needed to help me true an edge while making shavings for my floor and feet to be decorated in.
The truth really is it’s not what you make, it’s how you make it. There are days of great joy with the shapes and grains and others are a little less enthused almost llike the woodworking brain forgot to punch in and you would rather throw it all in the firewood pile…lol.
The wood has been written to contain secrets….I for one believe it to be true. There are interesting moments where I am in the middle of a task I have never done at all before….and I really feel like a spirit of sorts is guiding it all along. Maybe it is my great imagination mixed with the excited adrenaline of making something that makes my grey matter wanting for this to be true…..but at times….I really have that feeling.
I would confess that I do not think my mind would allow for such fond ideas of hammer, nails, handplanes or drill bits if it was not for my middle aging. When I was 25 I had no ideas of spending time creating with these tools…I was far more interested in raising hell, playing my guitar and running as all young wolves tend to do.
Now I feel this period in my life is filled with many things to learn that contain a necessity for a more experienced mind to enjoy…..and a lifestlye that has improved to a more settled pace.
It’s nice to be in the shop…sometimes just to be there and watch life pass, hear life pass, but not letting life pass without enjoying it more.
As I look out upon the fields that extend into the deep woods I see all of those trees…. some strong, others ready to fall. I think of it as a church….no bible, no payments needed, no convincing….....just admire it…the trees like it when we take time like that, they like to show off. Let’s face it, they have kind of been here a while. We are simply newcomers to their forest.
It’s rather nice to feel small…to feel humble in a blessed way. Our galaxy is one of millions and if you were to take your finger with one grain of salt on your fingertip and hold that up to a large wall at arms length it has been said that the hubble telescope has only seen …..just behind that one grain of salt….with the rest of the wall behind it still being the unobserved universe…....wow….lol.
We are in fact small…and we are only here for a small amount of time. Hell, I better get all the handtools I can….lmao!!!!
Well…thanks if you cared to stop by. Just brainstorming some thoughts and hope you are enjoying your projects and weekend!
May the force be wth you,
-- "Make something you love tomorrow...and do it slowly" JLB