Cloudday on Sunday

Okay, so some explanation about wood art: this piece (wood art 1) is actually a lazy susan I created (for the Austin Scottish Rite of Freemasonry) to hold 4 embossing tools of varying sizes and shapes. The base is made of oak and the designs at the center and on the edges are ¼” burled maple. But the results were pretty good, so I captured them in photos and labeled them as “art”. More of like things will be added in the future. I got some new woodworking tools to work with, so look out!
NEXT: Being a gardener and an avid one at that, yesterday was so sunny and glorious that my wife and I decided to get a load of mulch for the garden, which I had already tilled and prepped for the late winter/early spring garden. After unloading the mulch (a small trailer and pickup bed load), I really felt as if I was in a fantasy novel: my ass was a draggin'! But it was wonderful anyway, plus we had the help of a couple of ten year old neighborhood girls helping us--always good seeing the "kids" getting into gardening.

FURTHER: Sundays are contemplative days for me, so I offer You this: at some event in the not-so-distant future, try forcing out one of your senses. For instance, at a café, just close your eyes for several minutes—beyond your comfort level somewhat should be your goal. Concentrate just on what you hear, smell, feel, taste. Or at a group event, don’t speak for the entire thing. This exercise will sharpen your other senses and make you more aware of them and maybe even improve them, or at least your awareness/enjoyment/cognizance of them.

AND LAST: Blogging. Whooda thunk? Feels good. At least to me. And perhaps to someone else out there who has yet to take the opportunity to just let it hang out.

Annnnnnnnd, they're off!

Okay, first time ever to blog. Never was much into it, but when you write, you must write, right?

The sun is just going down as I look out my window. I see trees, trees, trees. Some bare, some not. But the sun does them all in glory, just the same. Makes you love the wonder that imposes itself on your life, doesn't it? And that makes me think of all the other "impositions" that life throws at us and I wonder. I just wonder. Deep down, we love it all. We have to.

Then back to the trees, trees, trees. One branch imposing itself upon another, sometimes rubbing, sometimes just missing, but always making a pattern, making art. But only if we see it. So if we don't see it, does it mean that it isn't there?

Well, this is just the start of burrowing the first few shovels full out of the mountain that is the mind. Our first foray into a still shallow, but nonetheless started, mind shaft. I'll keep digging. Will you?