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General Category => The Coffee Shop => Topic started by: daliclimbs on November 18, 2011, 05:00:44 pm
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Work sucks, and unfortunately life can often suck as well. The stresses of life can pile up like fall leaves, threatening to pummle my mind into submission. Sometimes my only option is retreat. And the dance between creation and myself begins. There is no intricate choreography, no lights changing hues to set the mood while stringed instruments play. There is only myself and the scroll saw, and an endless stream of possibility.. each movement of the blade is like a thread sized broom sweeping away the stresses of the day. My vision does not register it, but each problem floats away like smoke. The beauty of life becomes apparent, and stress does not exist. The outcome of my toil could be nothing more than a piece of wood cut to resemble a piece of wood. It doesn't matter. The dance Is all That matters.. and that is what it means to me...
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I must agree... Thanks for posting this... Sheila
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Poetic. Love it.
Bill
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Bin there, done that....
in fact, started scrolling due to a hard period a couple of years ago.
and now I totally agree when you say:
each movement of the blade is like a thread sized broom sweeping away the stresses of the day.
thanks for sharing it with us,
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Thank you for reading! I thought it would be nice to express What it means to people who really understand where I'm coming from..
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I think most of us have been there in one way or another.
Well stated!
Gabby