My bench began 2 years before I became aware of it. We moved to our new home in the mountains after our kids left for college, and we were lucky enough to have a grove of redwood trees right outside our kitchen. When I would feel lonely I would stand in the middle of The Redwoods and look up and just breathe. After about a year I met Gina, my wonderful neighbor. She convinced me to take a 12 week woodworking class at the local high school. I’d never made anything before, but I was game. I chose a beautiful wood, Jatoba, not knowing how difficult it would be to work with, and I picked a nice picture of a bench from the internet- just a picture, not a project with plans and dimensions and instructions. I figured out my project as I went along, and with Gina’s mentoring, and some blood, sweat, and splinters, I created my “Breathing Bench”. Now, when I’m lonely, or happy, or stressed, or feeling peaceful, I go into The Redwoods and sit on my bench, and look up, and breathe.