A maple came down and I made this small spoon. What the
making...
A maple came down and I made this small spoon. What the
making teaches again: there will be splinters, times when the edges are jagged
and misshapen, when it seems the shape of spoon will not reveal itself; don’t
be afraid; don’t run; time and touch; trust; be tender with the knots—they’re
the spots that mark the death of other branches after all. Underneath you’re
offered the softness and the strength.
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