The mood fits the day

Well, I have a knack for prediction. Monday, I felt the impending crisis and wrote about it in my first post. In the evening, we had several electrical surges, and I got the computer turned off before it blew up. A little later, on checking emails, I received a scathing message from a relative, to which I did reply. I told Phil that email was burning the wires as it came through. Then, as if to calm them all, an uncle died this morning. Now all attention will be directed that way for a while.

We dressed the wood for the harvest table today. Really nice hickory and maple. I think I may stain this one, as it is to be rustic; It is hard to look at the wood, and see the grain and not want to polish it.

I feel lucky to work with wood. The grain in wood is like the sky. You look up, and see a beautiful pattern of light, cloud and color; look away for a moment, and it is gone, only to be replaced by an equally stunning display. I am soothed by the predictability in nature: Patterns in wood, shadow and light in the sky, current in the water, flames in the fire, air blowing through the trees....The patterns seem infinite, yet somehow always familiar.

I have to believe that one thing that seperates us as humans in nature is our ability to change the patterns of our lives. We are born, dependent, and knowing nothing but our family. We think those are all there is. Sometimes, it is so important to change our life patterns, not to dishonor or disrespect, but rather because we come to know better.