There’s not much that doesn’t make me happy about being out of cell range for a few days. Although WiFi is still available out here, I get to turn my phone from communication device-to-camera (and dimension calculator), while I’m outside the modem’s reach. Mom asked me to help her complete her greenhouse during my visit, and I was more than a little excited–mostly because I got to use power tools.
Artistry, creativity and the accomplishment is extremely rewarding, especially in the form of carpentry and architecture. Even though its slightly dangerous to sling around a six-foot-long 2×4 (along with staple guns, power saws, and drill bits) I recognize that every form of art creation is slightly dangerous. This ties into the madness inside of us all. The want and intense desire to create something that we can use, feel, love, lust over–whatever–no matter how physically taxing. We are consistently building our world one piece at a time; and I don’t throw that statement around casually.
Essentially, while placing a 1/2″ drill bit next to my index finger (cautiously and consciously) I was able to focus on the future reward of the completed project. The literal fruit (and vegetables) of our labor should be proof that our desire to create overshadows our fear of the danger of creation.
Ahhh, therapy in every form.