As I tilled my garden with hand tools only today, I stared around me at the most beautiful October sky and wondered how it is we all forgot the most basic of joys. Working with your hands gives you a feeling that nothing else can offer, a sense of passion that’s hard to describe. When I create my accents from stone, I get the same sense of pride. Feeling the stone in my hands, I can sense the earth it was formed from molding, conforming to my will. The colors and curves of nature slowly show their hidden secrets as I watch the design unfold. It’s magical and spiritual. Nature has a voice, a living quality that shines through when you unlock the secrets it carries. Carving out of stone is an ancient craft and one I feel I am discovering again for the first time, making something ancient new again.
It makes me wonder what other lost arts we have forgotten along the way. Do we truly appreciate the splendor of the natural world and what it gives us? Are we so far removed from what life should be that we fail to see wonder and awe in those arts so long a part of who we are? This has become more than just a business to me, it has become a part of who I am and how I define my place in the world.
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