Reverse-engineering restfulness

It's interesting how the thought of a particular aspect of a particular spoon gets into my head sometimes for instance in the early mornings like nestling into a soft space of warmth of half-waking and then lingers there throughout the day, nudging towards awareness, subtly blending in with the day's ongoingness like a shadow that for all practical purposes should not be there, but creates a nice kind of presence within all of the other plays of shadow upon the day.

The thought that got into my head today was about the bowl portion of a spoon I'm working on - what I call a thought spoon, whose sole (presently imagined) purpose will be to be held in my hand, meld into my hand and allow for simple moments of its not having to be anywhere else as I mentally, emotionally, sense-fully take in its shape of naturally melding simplicity of flow that, I'm imagining, will allow my thoughts to wander within a similar, parallel, maybe enmeshed sense of its own, or maybe a cojoined simplicity of restful flow...

From a certain perspective the spoon can be seen as the outcome of a process of reverse-engineering a hand-induced sense of restfulness...

Yeah, go that.

There's a bit of a challenge with the bowl - the wood presently stops at a point where I'm thinking it could so very easily have continued - that is, there does not seem to be enough wood at one particular point of the curve that arches from the handle down to the spoon's concave inner surface.  I've been thinking about that space of lack of wood for most of the day - not in any festering urge of constant bothersomeness, but in wash of breeze sort of way.  It keeps coming and going in that lingering nudge way...

So now I have a few free moments and will go explore that emptiness, which is also the sense of a potential for a smaller imagining.  What is my thumb meant to be doing there?  Can it rest elsewhere, which will be the where of a smaller space of flow?