This narrative acts as a description of the spaces and places experienced by the Carpenter as he goes through his working rituals:
Gifts from the woodland drawn, nurtured, trimmed, gathered and harvested. Exposed to the resistance offered by the woodland, the carpenter takes only the necessities while returning carefully to the soil enough for the life he depends on to continue. All that is received is carried discreetly through the forest as a path gradually appears leading the way home.
Traces of the carpenters life here begin to emerge from the forest, signals underfoot, clues growing from the earth, the concentrated aroma of the forest. The branches grow denser overhead and the forest becomes darker as a place appears in the forest where its products rest; maturing, hardening, growing. Collated and recorded they wait.
Through the darkness comes a light simplicity barely scarcely touching the earth. Neutrality allows the richness to radiate joyfulness. Openness and infinity is framed, the forest infiltrating subtly from the background. Tools hang delicately from the walls reflecting the changing light with their own character. A cooling breeze purifying the air drifts through and away. The essence of the space captured through its fruits.
A shift occurs. Isolation gives way to openness and welcomes listeners and readers. Light floods the place, allowing clarity of thought, vision and expression. The space opens to those willing to make the journey there.
Unknown to many there sits above a place of privacy and thought that is removed from the procession made below but can study and reflect on it and how it relates to the carpenter himself.
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