holes

I expected this piece of gnarled wood to be something I’d simply practice on. When I picked it up from the pile of leftover wood confused why it was there, the instructor, without saying anything, simply pointed to the top where holes were clearly visible. I kept it anyways thinking about tiny spoons I might be able to make from the leftovers of this leftover. I brought it out on a hike recently and started from that exact top section to make a “spootula” (a spoon that doubles as a spatula or vice versa depending on your preference). My cousin showed me the concept a month or so ago and I’ve made three since. This one by far being my best.

The wood turned out to be gorgeous and, as I carved, I realized what started as an experiment suddenly had real potential. It reminded me of how work often feels, especially as I wrap up something that started as an experiment 3.5 years ago. When it’s right, it’s wonderful to see what taking something seriously, going after the hardest bit, and seeing things through can lead to.