Living the dream
Living the dream:
Another part of the story of the black american woodworker.
Many years ago I was told that it is a good idea to sit down and write out your dreams.
Well many years ago I did just that. I am lucky that I always carry this dreams, goals in a part of my brain that wakes up and lets me know that I am either in the process of realizing a portion or I am about to manifest, what seems as a dream walk in the here and now. Let tell you about one part of said dream, goal for my life.
I believe it started with what I wanted to do with my skills that have lucky enogh to have as a woodworker.
The part I am sharing just came to me. I'll start by telling a portion of my day. It started just like any other day or weekend, I left the house to go to the locale Woodcraft Store, and they had a wood tap waiting for me to pick up. I brought my new portfolio on some turned vessels I created, along with the latest turning I’m working, because I love the support they give me, help fuel my creativity. I then made to the shop and started to work on several things at one time, as usual. My partner then showed up, all along the same time, my brother in-law was their working some cabinets, Mario a part time employee was also there, working his project of building some kitchen cabinets. Mario and Robert,, my partner are protégé’s of mine, (I taught most what they knowing woodworking). A little later Roberts’s brother stopped by for a visit, and to see what we were working on. A little later a man ( I don't know his name) dropped by to get some insight on woodworking. We met this man at the last Arts and Craft show in Tempe, Arizona. He came by for some instructions, techniques on turning to further his education in turning. A little more time passed and Chris came by to witness our woodworking, and to see what we were working on.
So tonight as I sit done I realized that these men who were all at the shop where there because I created this atmosphere of teaching, passing on my inspiration for woodworking.
This was the part of my dream, goal I set for myself many years ago. was to has, create the circumstances, the environment to be able to teach the craft of woodworking. This is a great time in my life, to be able to do, follow my heart's desires in woodworking, in sharing, in creating something that may out live my life time. I am most grateful for the people that come by the shop, and allow me to share my love for woodworking. I begin to tell you satisfaction it gives me. They express sentiment for me and my work, as if I was some great, special, important. I guess to them I am. I hope to build a pond them and hopefully increase earnings, if by no other means than that they give me inspiration to be constantly creating new works of art, too be sold at later date. This is only part of what I have come to realize as living the dream
Mortallity
Woodworking and my mortality,something of me left for future generations. A legacy, some I leave behind. Its something that I am working continuously to achieve. Never enough time in the day, too view days where there was enough covered, satisfaction of worth while day. A day not wasted.
Getting older you look at your mortality, and just how short life really is. You think how is it that I remember my own deceased relatives, and how is it that you will be remembered. For with out the the memories of your loved ones you leave behind. Why where you ever placed on this earth in the first place. . . Your purpose here on earth, for this short time, is to make your small mark of remembrance by your loved ones, or to enrich the lives of all the persons you come into contact with. Bring a smile, bring remembrance. Leave as many artifacts as possible.
Mortallity
Woodworking and my mortality,something of me left for future generations. A legacy, some I leave behind. Its something that I am working continuously to achieve. Never enough time in the day, too view days where there was enough covered, satisfaction of worth while day. A day not wasted.
Getting older you look at your mortality, and just how short life really is. You think how is it that I remember my own deceased relatives, and how is it that you will be remembered. For with out the the memories of your loved ones you leave behind. Why where you ever placed on this earth in the first place. . . Your purpose here on earth, for this short time, is to make your small mark of remembrance by your loved ones, or to enrich the lives of all the persons you come into contact with. Bring a smile, bring remembrance. Leave as many artifacts as possible.
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