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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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When I was very young we lived with my grandparents. In their bathroom was a small stool my greatgrandfather had made for my mother when she was 3 or 4. I loved that little stool so when my oldest was four I made him a stool as close to a copy of my mother’s as I could remember. Over the next 15 years I had 3 more kids and each one got a stool like the original. My 7 year old grandson broke his Dad’s stool a week ago and just 5 minutes ago I finished the repair. My hope is that my greatgrand children will use those stools one day just as I did.
They HAVE a hammer. Oh, the JOY!
That was wonderful.
Dude’s got some bad sanders. That’s some hammering kids! Kids bothering you? Just hand them some nails and send them out to the porch. Next the craftsman needs to make them some real framing hammers 🙂
OMG! How dare adults let kids have such a dangerous implement! I’m shocked! (not really, every kid needs a hammer)
I must have mis-heard him when he said he was making a hammer for his grandson.
A repurposed hammer! What a nice gift for a 6 year old.
The gentleman in the video has an awesome shop and is incredibly talented.
The torch “heat tempers” the wood.
Didn’t show it but he probably wiped it down with 4-0 steel wool afterward to smooth it out and lessen the soot. Nice. Most people would have thrown it away. Now it’ll keep working another 100 years.
Hopefully the little girl learns to not leave tools out in the weather, it saves on re-furbing or replacing.