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Blog entry by frank posted 11-29-2006 01:50 PM 1004 reads 0 times favorited 0 comments Add to Favorites Watch

Wood Chips Singing In Rhapsody

....and so I am refreshed in the power of this moment as my hand grips the curved head adze and my fingers once again know their place as they embrace the wooden ash handle. My mind is staid as my eyes are once again enlivened by the beauty of this piece of maple lying here before me on these two sawhorses. Oh yes, for just a second my thoughts drift back as seconds become minutes and minutes are lost within the moment of now and time is vanquished – routed out and I am transposed to where I am now ‘in the process’.

I remember now as only yesterday how back in the spring of 2001 I cut you down and gave you a place to rest and cure through the changing seasons of New England landscape. And I never forgot you as ever so often I would stop by, just to see how you were fairing, while often enough I shoveled snow and cut the weeds that wanted to grow around you. All this I did to give you room to breathe and so I cared for you as one in love.

Then came this past summer of 2006 when I started to awaken you from your long sleep, debarking you and then the days I spent on roughing you out. I stood you up, till there you stood about 5’ tall and a base of 2’ in diameter and I was captivated by the figure of your comeliness. Your age is figured with desire and so I now sought to protect you from the rays of the summer sun and summer rains, so I covered you and watched from afar. I
noticed how you attracted the birds of the air, especially the robins as they were drawn down from the heavens above to perch upon your shoulders and so you in return gave rest.

I have now brought you in to my place of working abbey, where in the solitude of this English barn workspace I can fully awaken you to the all that you are, just as you awaken me to the knowing of your name.

....and so all ‘just is’ and as I am ‘in the process’ now, my adze gracefully arches down and the chips begin to fly, at first hesitantly but ever so more often as I see now where I am going….

-- --frank, NH,

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