I’ve heard it said that falling in love
with an inanimate object is not possible. That love itself is something that must be shared
with a creature that can offer love in return. I guess when I really think
about this statement I have to agree, but in my fifty years I sure have been in
deep-like with some objects and ideas.
I do believe that my fascination with
all things made of wood could be described as love. When this obsession struck me I was in
my mid-twenties; a young man looking for something to do for a living that
would both hold my interest and get me out of the bed each morning. Of course I
wanted to make money, but at this time in my life I worried more about enjoying
myself. I made things out of wood all day for an hourly wage and I built things
in my own shop at night (and weekends) for fun. Sounds like love to me.
But naturally this fascination waned. It took over twenty years, but wane
it did…and ultimately we broke up. Maybe we spent too much time with one
another; it wasn’t the wood, it was me, I don’t know. But other businesses
caught my eye and I went for years without thinking of my first love.
During the break up I continued to
read articles and publications about woodworking. I always admired things built by
others and I did my best to encourage and compliment. I always found it odd
when many of the elitist publications began to call woodworking joinery. To me
it was like calling driving automobile
operation, or eating was consuming
nourishment; just a fancy way to describe a simple task. Would I now refer
to myself a joiner?
But with each passing year the logic
of this term makes more sense. Everything comes down to joinery. A piece of wood kept
indoors will last forever, but once you construct something from it, the
connections (if made poorly) will fail. The same can be said for how we live
our lives; if our connections with others are made poorly or not maintained,
they will also fail. Alone we are simply a piece of wood, but through joinery
we can become a beautiful masterpiece!
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