no void can be place of Juneteenth, there are many who are working away day by day to do work.
I give all I can into this world until it bleeds me dry. My hand in the river at time I have a great appreciation for where I am home. I still regard times that raccoons came to be next to me over time carving next to property of my ancestry. A night when a raccoon guided me to the water as if I were known and see a seal in the river. A sense of urgency. To place her hand four times on the ground hard and scratch her head. As to say come see this.
My admiration and envy for my uncles who were called the trees who have a relationship to the trees. A time now in my work is a deep decision very hard, that I know and have known many years, we are just dinosaurs in this world. I understand we have a duty to our ancestral value.
A value that never escaped me, from Georg David and Greg Colfax,
“Draw and draw until you find yourself and who self is”
in days of our ancestry to scout timber and be hammered down by rain. I never thought I would be in the place I am in place of my great uncles who taught me how to move such things. To hear a falling giant break rain or shine. My hike to Ketchikan and be with fallers I know is probable my last because the land cannot grow faster than an appetite for its value is known.
returning from Japan looking over my tools hand made, knives and adzes.
I sit with contemplation of what was something so far bigger than myself. A void I can not fill but shape as best I can with what is in my hands.
peace
where there is purpose far beyond driven. I am haunted by humility and endurance. I was told by a mentor how someone thru water in his face for his accomplishments. At this time and place I feel that.
A crane came to the pier and sat next to me in Japan. It needed to be recognized in some form.
no one can grow such claws or fly, until you dream bigger ideas.