it-ness

As I have worked into this latest piece of wood, from bark-strewn surface to an innerness of patterning of grain, I have been wondering about the different woods that various spoons have emerged from, and the role I have taken within that emergence.  

I hold a knife, a chisel, a piece of sandpaper, the wood itself as I eventually will hold a spoon.  All of these can seem as extensions of my senses that have me, allow me, invite me to move into the wood in ways that fingers themselves are not capable of.  Tools.  Implements.  A being-ness of something that creates a space for a journey that takes our senses beyond what we as human bodies are not capable of creating except possibly within imagination.  

Just as mountains and streams and glaciers and endlessnesses of deserts and other “objects of nature” have for centuries served to allow imaginative compost to settle within their "it-ness" and bubble into ideas, sometimes into for instance metaphors that conveniently house content, a spoon, spoons, the way of spoons, also have their own it-ness...

A spoon, as an essence of concaveness, containment, nurturing, caring, holding, housing, serves to allow a similar settling of my own imaginative compost, taking me on journeys through a thousand landscapes of potential - even as the "it-ness" of  what will become an actual, physical spoon allows me a maintain my exploration within a framework of focus that holds me nurturingly, caringly…