Here in the North Country, I have been missing my grandfather who passed away ten years ago this August.
He was a master carpenter and while he was still living, I came up on two occasions to stay for a week and learn wood inlay from him. Those were special times. I have made a few things since then but I still dream of doing inlay on a regular basis.
Rummaging through the shop, I found some of grandpa’s inlay and various other wood scraps. As the memories flowed, a project began to take shape.
I felt the hand of grandpa on my shoulder as I worked and heard his voice giving me advice.
I must remember that I feel best when working with my hands. Seeing the end result, I realized something had shifted in me and I couldn’t help but smile.