The Length From The Earth

I became a carpenter because it was the right time, I suppose. The job I was at had stalled out, no growth and constant monotony triggering my depression as soon as I woke up every day. It was an opportunity for better things. Better health, better work, better skills, better money, better life. I had a feeling I was going to love it but it’s much more than that now.

The time passes quickly. No matter how monotonous the task at hand may be, I enjoy it. I love the work, I love the feeling in my hands and the smell of my surroundings. Now that the weather has turned it’s even better, although the seriously hot and sweaty days didn’t really bother me in the first place. Now the mornings are cold and the breeze running through the place is calming and cooling.

The guys I work with are certainly characters, but from a sitcom cast I completely fit in with. Like a new character for a new season but I’m somebody’s cousin, so the chemistry is there. The layout of the facility fits my brain, if that makes sense. The “feng shui” of my mind is satisfied with how I have to move through my day to get a task done.

In short: I have found a balance. Work that I enjoy, work that is challenging, work that is engaging and fun. I’m learning about the different kinds of wood, the tools we use to manipulate it the way we need it to go out, my rough hands turning rougher as the days go by, the smell of sweat and sawdust lingers in my mind and on my clothes. Poetry in motion in a way I can only label as “perfect” for lack of a better term.

Also the new denim uniform shirts are perfect for this weather…..

Poplar, Walnut, Mahogany, you name it. The textures, the patterns, the weight, the smells. In a strange way, like Olivander the wand maker from Harry Potter every time I get an order.

“Ah yes, standard sill nose, 7ft, in Cedar” as it files into my mind. Don’t get that one often, must be special. I’m not the type to remember everything I’ve ever made, but certain things will certainly find their way into my mind palace. Tucked away in a little drawer or something, out in the workshop. But more on that on another post.

I consider myself incredibly lucky to find myself here, and doing what I can to hone in all other aspects of my day-to-day.

Getting better all the time I suppose.

Hope you are too.



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