It has been months since last I carved.
I am slowly recovering from October’s grueling surgery. Most days I have to sit very still, my back held against a heating pad. But today, despite the pain in my back, I just had to pick up the gouges to work on the old spoon. Handling the wood and gripping the smooth handle of the gouge felt so right. I was comforted.
Grapes and wheat wind around the wood spoon handle.
The wood spoon was buried in a box for months, unfinished.
It felt good holding the wood, gripping the gouge.
Just because something is put away for a long time, even months or years, doesn’t mean it’s gone. When the time is right, it will happen. Be patient. Be at peace while you wait.
The spoon handle is lovely. Like an “acorn” that rests … dormant for a time, only to awaken and grow into a beautiful Oak tree…. All in it’s own time