Monthly Archives: June 2014
A craftsman’s carving laundry pegs below the ancient forest’s eaves and running through the heaving trees, the wind is tossing tumbling leaves. This daily chore, the bulk of work becomes much more than things to sell though each peg seem the same to you, his careful, skilful movements tell of loving craft. Each peg he gives a craftsman’s look, to test the birch for faults or just for beauty’s sake, like God with his belovèd church. And when the care of many days would seem to make the work mundane, he makes the rounded nook and edge a game, a way of keeping sane. And yet, it’s during times as these when life seems meaningless and tart, that craftsman feels the Spirit’s blowing through his fingers, arms and heart.