Well friends the journey of shaves, blisters and spoonery at this portion of the climb is bringing us to the top of one small hill with various mountains yet to adventure. This blog was a real joy to share, theres something really rewarding making wooden ware. Once you learn your way around the hatchet and train the mind to see shapes within the extended branches of any forest species, it is truly amazing to bring out something so small and delicate from a thick and sometimes brutal branch.
As always this set of exercises provided nothing short of some simple grunt work intertwined with a highly sophisticated natural therapy of self exploration of my personal highs and lows. I was only last week with my best friend Ben explaining to him what a wonderful outlet this sort of work can be when your mind enjoys spending too much time worrying about making you worry…lmao!
Working with fresh green grain can submit an outpouring of solace from our great earth, it has a way of shaking off your old skin and letting you see there is so much more than the daily boggled nonesuch. I guess it just reminds us of 4 wonderful words…..breathe you are alive!
So for my search and study of attempting to piece together what I enjoy in shape and size for swedish spoondum I can say I am very happy with my progress. Of course like any craft more to learn and grow from. I look forward to exercising new projects with more joinery, etc that I will soon share in the coming months.
But I can kindly add that spoon making will continue for me. You can find me sitting in my old rocker or favorite stump and passing some slow moments aside, feeling the autumn air greet me with a nod of goodwill.
The joy of our hard calloused hands may be the strong reminder of the love we give forth to the tree and its lessons we yearn to know.
We shape our inner wishes with spokeshave and vision, trying always to tame the beast that sat in its country home strong and ever more mighty than our most supreme ideas could conjure.
Wether small or many giants high the grand oak talks to the maple exchanging thoughts of the passing seasons as it looks upon us staggered with the hidden posture of a soaring iron monument.
The secrets of the tree is a hidden championship no mortal can ever conquer with a body full of anger,
for it is a mans forgotten skill to imitate the wonders of water, and extend the body to become one with his saw and soul. Only then may you forever flow your fortunes into the fields of trees that embrace us exposing a poor mans gold…..
No big picture show included here I thought I would provide a little two in one and send the pictures of my final spoon funnies over to the projects made of wood section…lol. Thanks so much to any of the gang here that has enjoyed the last few blogs! Your comments and ideas are always enjoyed…please be well, have fun, and woodwork!
-- "Make something you love tomorrow...and do it slowly" JLB