Starting Somewhere

Humanly speaking, I would say I got it from from my father. Evidently my brother did, too. Small, otherwise insignificant pieces of wood are our unwitting victims, as we are driven by some inner force to carry these small sticks or blocks of wood around in our pockets, and at odd moments begin to carve out some object or figure with our pocket knives. (Moral issues are involved here, too, such as, what do you do with the small wood shavings that get all over the floor of the doctor's waiting room?)

The process of achieving a completed form usually includes phases that seem more like obstacles to the creative urge, rather than an integral part of it. One of the hardest, I've found, is simply starting. There must be, obviously, a vague notion of what one expects to produce, but that can exist for a long time before the knife blade is purposefully plunged into the wood.

I'm not certain this posting is that "purposeful plunge" into the project that has formed in my mind. I intend for it to be that. I have ideas about what this blog can be, about what it could become; now comes the hard part---crafting it into existence. As you can tell, from the previous posting, the stick of wood sometimes gets carried in the pocket for long periods of time without any work done on it. That posting was done back in June, before our trip to the US and our daughter's wedding, before we returned at the end of July to work day and night on the church building. There are pictures of the wedding and the church project that I want to share with you, and one challenge is to find the best way to do that.

Of course, I will also have to let people know we're here. By the time you have found us, you will probably be able to judge just how purposeful this plunge really is. Hopefully, there will be a lot of subsequent material to accompany it. As with every project in life, one has to start somewhere, sometime.