Wet Feet and Sharp Chisels - 19

  The wood shop is about to kick into gear again for the next couple weeks - part time.  i have always preferred making gifts for others rather than buying them.  i wouldn't mind disappearing among the wood chips for longer than that but people might wonder where i had gone, perhaps one day more time there may be justified.

   Working with wood is therapeutic for me, as much as gardening, and to be able to create something from wood with my hands gives me great satisfaction.  Often times it is the uncovering process that is so exciting.  Choosing a piece, looking at the grain of the wood and deciding what to do with it are all part of the starting points.  There is always an anticipation of applying the first coat of danish oil to the finished piece, patience, patience - it's not ready yet.  Just another hour of sanding...
i remarked to a friend of mine yesterday that my dad always taught me to do the best that i possibly could no matter what work i may be doing.  The work of our hands is our signature.  i miss those days as a youth, hanging out with my dad in his wood shop, watching him work and asking a million questions.  But for now, i have a GOoD Friend and Master Carpenter to spend some time with while making wood chips fly and sawdust.  Often times the project is already mastered in my mind before i begin - the image is complete and it is just a matter of time before my hands, tools and abilities catch up to that image.  That's the beauty of manifesting an image from your heart - sharing the beauty, goodness and love from within.

God Bless,  ~ ab