Arriving.....

..... I took a major break from just about everything today and spent the largest part of the afternoon in the garage with a block of wood and one of my Father's old pocket knives........ and so far, the jury is still out..... my carving abilities are slow on the turn-out, it appears, but I am forever optimistic - just as I always am in most endeavors........

.... the truly funny thing is that I tried ALL of the little tools in the kit that I bought..... and while I could hold them, see their purpose, and test the wood with them, they all felt foreign in a way that is hard to explain...... I tried and tried, but they just didn't feel right in my hand - or as they met the wood.......

..... after two hours of scraping, I opted for the scalpel-type tool...... this lasted for another hour before I finally gave up....

... I wandered inside, found a History Channel program about Henry VIII, and was quite content for a while....... but as the clock ticked forward and it approached the Gin & Tonic Hour, I remembered my Father....... and a quick walk out to the gun safe saw me happy with an Old Timer whittler in my sweaty little hands.......

.... today I sat for five hours caressing my little block of wood with the small blade of that Old Timer, and it worked as advertised, folks.......

...... perhaps I didn't need the tools after all........ all I really needed was a piece of blank canvas and a tool that I had owned all along.....

.... strange how that works out, eh?....... sometimes what you need is sitting right in front of you the entire time.......... and all that we have to do is open our eyes and grasp the tools that we need......

.... but hey...... it's not the destination that is most gratifying, is it?..... it's the journey........ or at least that is the way that I look at it......... like Townes said in his famous work "To Live is To Fly"..... where you've been is good and gone, all you keep is the gettin' there........

.... and tomorrow, I will carve again with Dad's old knife.......

..... and with that, I'm off, children....... y'all have a good night.......

by Eric on July 14, 2010 | Bullshit (8) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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The forest for the trees, as it were........

The Old Timers in age spotted hands ringing the green benches of Court Square in the town of my youth sure could do some amazing little whimsies with a stick of cedar.

Bullshitted by Andy on July 14, 2010 10:19 PM

I am of firm belief that sometimes tools that are especially made for a job are often a way of complicating something that otherwise would be simple, and in this case almost natural.

Bullshitted by BloodSpite on July 15, 2010 09:13 AM

A friend once told me, "Without the right tools, it is just work." I have lots of paint brushes, but just a few favorites, but you never know when you might need one of those other brushes.

Bullshitted by Lou on July 15, 2010 12:44 PM

At some point, those other tools will be just the thing you need for some eyes, ears, or to release the ball in a cage, or to flute some bas-relief feathers. Then they'll feel right to your hand and eye. In the meantime, use the pocket knife and try some of the chisels out on some chip carving, just as an afterthought.

Bullshitted by wil on July 16, 2010 02:16 AM

It's interesting that you mention finding the right tool there all along. I keep seeing that in my own life right now, unrelated people giving me the same message, bumping my philosophical head on the same edge over and over...maybe it's time to pay attention. Thank you, friend.

Bullshitted by holder on July 16, 2010 06:12 AM

Yeah, yeah, yeah...how'd your deskunkifying efforts go?

Bullshitted by zonker on July 16, 2010 08:08 AM

There is a certain beauty in your whittling with your Daddy's knife... perhaps he is looking down upon you, proud of his son's having carried on a family Craft Tradition... or laughing his ethereal ass off at your efforts. I cannot, for sure, say which.

Bullshitted by Elisson on July 16, 2010 08:58 PM

Newfangled tools are rarely useful when compared with the old reliables... There's not a day that goes by where I doubt the usefulness of computers... and they're central to my profession.

Bullshitted by mike on July 20, 2010 09:10 AM