My window on the world
As a young man, I saw Southeast Asia. As I got older I traveled to Europe, believing that trade and capital were the things that drove the Universe. As an old man, I knew that I would, once again, visit Dublin, London, Paris and Rome. But as each day goes by, I find that my happiness starts at my fingertips and works it’s way upward to my head.
At least once each day, I look across my bench, out the door to my world. It may not be the Champs Elysee, but it’s not bad. It’s where, I’m supposed to be.
To my mind, every woodworker (worth his salt), should know the words of the old Shaker hymn, “Simple Gifts”. It is these gifts that we have been given stewardship of, that lead to the place in which we discover ourselves and our potential. As someone said, “all the rest is dross”.
‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.