Whittling musings
I’ve spent some time today whittling a mushroom. It doesn’t look like a mushroom yet, but tomorrow, it will.
Whittling is the one thing that can make me feel calm, no matter how I feel beforehand.
Today, for instance, I was frustrated because pain levels are high these days, and that means that insomnia steals away a lot of my energy.
I could have sat in bed and grumped about it, but I did something else: I dragged myself to my studio, grabbed one of my favourite knives, sharpened it, and then took some wood from my stash and started to carve, sharp, deep slices, and smaller surface cuts.
Each cut made me feel calmer, more centred, more in control.
This is what any form of creativity should feel like, to me.
It’s not perfect. It may never be. But it’s my creativity, and it brings me so much joy.
If something I create makes me smile, I have succeeded.