The rhythm of life is not to live in steel and glass structures riding in fume belching rubber wheeled monsters. No, it is to be a participant in and a contributing organism to the fabric woven by the elements of Nature. I find that I am growing moldy longing to be where I truly belong surrounded by the bark of the woods. I am a child of my mother, a reflection of my father, and a soul wandering this magnificent existence. A woodworker, a writer, a husband, a father, a grandfather, and friend to those in search of their place as I am mine. At 65 I am proud of my age with no yearnings to once again be young. Youth must now catch up with me. You will you know. When you do I will not be here, however I will leave a piece of my life behind. Not in the ground or on a stone marker. I will leave it to you in words scratched upon the pages of my time. Journey with me! I promise a memory that will last a lifetime.
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