As this fellow, me, grows older, and the ever changes world carries along it's flow. I some times struggle to keep up with ever changing winds that blow. We are well into our new shop and offices. Small and cramped as we skirt through the motion of the every day attempt to keep our head above the water line.
I am ever hopeful that a life saver will be thrown my way, to pull me from this drowning carpentry bed. As I am ever hopeful that one day my endless devotion to the art of woodworking will save me, and I will be blessed with the prosperity of my continuing s of the manifestation from my mind to my hands .
Hey did I tell you that I once owned a company named "Manifestations" :)
As I sit here, in the middle of the night, smoking a backwoods cigar, and drinking a glass of ice water. I think about how small things have change. For one instead of a single malt scotch I now drink water. What change this flow of life created...
It's a beautiful night, here in Gilbert AZ. A most quite dark night where I can easily see the stars, and the small faint sounds of cars traveling in the back ground, along with the muffled sound of a dog or two in far distance barking.
As these changing are forever ongoing, I have a very real feeling of how sort our existance is here on this earth. I feel I am running out of time, to create all the artful woodworking projects that have yet to come to thought
. If I am fortunate enough to live another 30 years, I dread that this still will not be enough time to create my woodworking task to my satisfaction. I need more time. I guess I will just have to return to this plain and continue where I left off, and create some more.... we will see....
I am ever hopeful that a life saver will be thrown my way, to pull me from this drowning carpentry bed. As I am ever hopeful that one day my endless devotion to the art of woodworking will save me, and I will be blessed with the prosperity of my continuing s of the manifestation from my mind to my hands .
Hey did I tell you that I once owned a company named "Manifestations" :)
As I sit here, in the middle of the night, smoking a backwoods cigar, and drinking a glass of ice water. I think about how small things have change. For one instead of a single malt scotch I now drink water. What change this flow of life created...
It's a beautiful night, here in Gilbert AZ. A most quite dark night where I can easily see the stars, and the small faint sounds of cars traveling in the back ground, along with the muffled sound of a dog or two in far distance barking.
As these changing are forever ongoing, I have a very real feeling of how sort our existance is here on this earth. I feel I am running out of time, to create all the artful woodworking projects that have yet to come to thought
. If I am fortunate enough to live another 30 years, I dread that this still will not be enough time to create my woodworking task to my satisfaction. I need more time. I guess I will just have to return to this plain and continue where I left off, and create some more.... we will see....
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