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bowing down before the alter of process

in love with being and becoming

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Jim Dalling
May 24, 2023
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My thumbs are still in tact. I’ve had some close calls, but so far, I’m still a ten digit man. Considering my hobbies, I consider myself lucky.

I love whittling. I love hacking away at wood. I love watching how the things I hold in my hand are transformed by a process of cutting away with razor sharp steel. Ahh… steel. Next to whittling, I love sharpening knives, grinding axes and filing an edge onto a garden tool.

With each pass of the file, the stone or the blade on the strop, my breath deepens. I relax. Best of all? Things get a better edge.

What’s more dangerous than a really sharp knife? A dull one. Working with well honed blades allows the edges of my tools to do the work, not my muscles. Things are cut more precisely. I don’t strain and slip. I’m less likely to stab myself. Less likely.

Most of my carvings have a little bit of blood on them somewhere.

A sharp knife is a delight. Pulling my blades along a green piece wood from my nice neighbours former pair tree is paradise. The so…

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