I was listening to Mark Levin praise craftsmen and women while stating he could not work with his hands...............
I know how that is as a child I was clumsy and would almost come to tears while working on wood projects as that stuff refused to do what I had in mind.
I remember in shop class feeling alien for months as I struggled, and then one day while making a key holder out of black walnut, a rasp in my hand suddenly by God's Grace started doing things to make that wood flow to my touch like butter to knife.
I will never forget that delightful moment when I became a woodwright as wood became one with me and I one with it...........it was a most peaceful and completing feeling.
In my life which I rarely speak of, it has been impossible.........I would have settled for hard and found it easy. For every dollar I earn, I worked for perhaps one hundred thousand. Nothing has come easy, but the struggle as I always say in, "I have to build the blessed company before I can get the product", I have experienced so much.
I dislike authority, but I know no one in life can surpass me by God's Spirit in me. I had to as a child take on massive responsibility from running heavy machinery to training horses. It is to the point that I would rather in life work with simple tools away from the world, as I have had too much responsibility placed upon me.
In that, I would have all learn to work with their hands. Today I was ordered by my Mom to lay down and rest awhile as I was digging new soil in my garden. Immediately my doe from last year came over and took possession of me, much to her delight in rubbing hard one me and checking my pockets for treats.
The sun was warm and it is always lovely to work in soil as if you have a rotor tiller or heavy garden tractors you miss so much, because soil will change from just a few feet in a garden.
My current garden was hard as concrete when I started. I though have worked with it in hand tilling, to using roots of crops to loosen the soil..........and waiting for the snow of winter in freezing and thawing to crumble it so I can dig it easily.
There are all sorts of things one learns which I call million dollar knowledge that if you are not touchings things, you will never know them.
I love tools. I love spades, I love hoes, I love ball pein hammers.
What is a ball pein hammer? Why it is a hammer of the blacksmith, which is rounded on one side in the ball and one pein's with it metal to make it into forms of your will.
The plough hammer draws metal and the pein hammer makes metal flow like rivets. It is so neat to know you can weld metal by simply hammering it........yes metal when struck will flow and heat up, and literally in that heat form into shapes you will......without forge.
It is like dough..........oh yes that mysterious bread dough which is such a terror to most people. I too had to buy a bread machine, but in three years, I soon had hands and a will which laughed at the tricks that dough would try and pull. It could be sticky and I just threw flour at it........too dry and wetted it and made it behave.
I have always said if more women baked bread in their homes, more men would behave better as there is something wonderfully peaceful about that scent of life in sweet dough with yeast..........mix it, let it set to make the gluten work, pound it, let it raise and it will behave itself and make a lovely life form in bread.
There is nothing in life which no one with God's Holy Spirit which can not be accomplished. I love animals and caring for them.........doing stitches, birthing babies and laying on the hands in soothing them when they are hurt. It is empowering to do these things..........like going into a computer and fixing it in replacing hard drives.
I have an old mixer which is cantankerous which Mom took to a repairmen who charged her 10 dollars to not fix it. I was incensed at such jackass attitude...took it apart and fixed it.
The secret with electricity is keeping the power off, paying attention to who wired what were to begin with and expecting the plug in to explode when you plug it in..........it is all very exciting in Benjamin Franklin terms in knowing it will do you harm.
Weaving rugs, braiding horse hair to sewing are such necessary vocations to train the hands. I marvel at the different art forms there are...........so many people, the fisherman knowing how to bait a hook, the trapper making a set to catch the coyote, the hunter knowing how to track the animal and receive the gift of it.............
I remember the first time I trapped, as I looked at the prairie I was on.........then I looked at that two inch trap pan and I thought, "How in the world do you catch anything when that 2 inches is surrounded by thousands of miles of places not to step?"
It all helps in the sets one constructs in like metal making a predator flow into your trap.
There are so many lovely things in this life to experience which are all there at our fingertips for us to become craftspeople at................Mom always says at funerals in how it is amazing you can have 10 women with the same recipe have 10 different hotdishes show up, that look different, taste different and you would swear they are different recipes.
Making wine, brewing beer, distilling liquors so you don't blow up the still..............the crafting of leather from a hide............wool shorn and spun into yarn............the turning of a range horse into a friend who you will trust your life to...........the beauty of a hunting dog coursing after upland game in your training.........life is so wonderful in things which people who are elite scorn at as they are terrified of life.
I have in my possession a pen which I was Inspired to construct on my lawn.......as I like working outside, though my dream is to have a shop some day...........it is built out of the old frames of the doors of a railroad hotel now demolished.
I remember doing my Roy Underhill eye balling in measuring in I thought it was close...........and in times past it would have been an inch off........but as I sawed the boards, I put them together to check the sides and they all were equal.
I smiled at that one.
The pen is lovely in I love making metal and wood form together........hammers to guns to knives are remarkable in taking two forms which are at war at each other to function wonderfully.
I do make plans...........like for my incubator in charting the wiring to make sure, but sometimes like in this pen I just build it in my head and thank God it comes out as all things do like this blog when God is moving me.
Well here am I off to an adventure as that is life is even with Obama has it sucking.........there is always something out there to experience.........not as the twit does in having to go to Paris to feel something..........but all times it is just something like looking at the wildlife in your world as you take a walk.
God bless
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