I have found inscribing hearts on my tools an effective means of identification on the jobsite or at the shop. It’s also a bit of a calling card when sawdust accumulates in various places. Somebody else however, is stepping in on my game.
Working my bones to bits in preparation for a visit to mainland, these little cues usher me out with a smile about my life on island. I have been pursuing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu out here for a few months now and as I manipulate material around the shop I am noticing better posture and coordination. Feeling positive about the form I am visiting dear ones in.
The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.
Sorting through some rough milled koa, spent a few days last week skip planing to expose some of the grain and begin the selection process.
It pleased me when the carpenter assigned to mill all these triangular pieces was willing to collaborate with me in gathering some of the heaps of oak shorts we have laying around the shop, being the only female on the floor here I sometimes feel like a house keeper.. I also appreciated the jig he made to feed the stock through the moulder.
Once manufactured, the pieces headed over to the spray shop to be white washed and finished, from there back to the bench for assembly onto backers to create this somewhat trippy pattern -a design selected for an island hotel’s pool bath wall paneling.
I’m grateful to get to know this shop and chew the fat with the craftsmen, I am also taking notes for my own shop and other future endeavors.
Few things this lady compares to earning tannins on her hands.
When you are unhappy, discover what you are clinging to and let it go.
He knows I love the raw ‘nut’, to see the gem still incorporated with its conditions is so luscious to me. This boulder opal was intentionally left behind. I can’t wait to get back out at the mine with him, or anywhere with him really.
I have been training in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu at a facility near my home on the north shore here, I have been working 65+ hour weeks at the shop and the next phase of the evolution is to ride it in with grace. The only thing tougher than a chickee staying so busy is one who doesn’t complain about it and still wears a smile.
In other news we have had some lovely koa cabinets moving through the shop. Peep that curly figure! I am finding myself with increasing overtime compared to the last few weeks…
Among various left behind items including a couple shirts and some Aussie jockies was the lei I had for him upon pick up at the airport. These reminders are bittersweet. I am having to put a lot of effort into staying busy until we see each other once more in September.
I’m feeling the spectrum.
Sweet Matey stayed for a fast moving six weeks, and is off stomping around Europe.
I had a relationship I kept under wraps when I was in high school. She was an upperclassman and half-japanese, she was very cute and very aware. I have always been a tom boy, her feminine nature was quite a contrast to my hard wiring, I would think we balanced out in that space. Ultimately, in the confusion and secrecy the relationship brought in I discovered we had much less in common in more important matters. She isn’t an attractive person inside, proved to be very manipulative and transparent. All of the stress I went through to juggle social concerns and be a good girlfriend weren’t wasted however. Along with pointers and insights on navigating the female form, potentially unknowingly, she provided me with a bench mark on the type of persons I do not wish to get close to in the future.
Over the next few years my perception of beauty broadened and became validated with the figures coming into my life. I have been lucky to become close with some lovely ladies and gents alike, open to some of the stickyness that can come with it.
I still haven’t been in any conventional long term commitments since I made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t camouflage a relationship again. In hindsight I appreciate why I was discrete about the girl in high school, still growing into myself. My current stand point is more willing to challenge the conditions that used to make me uneasy, I haven’t got a desire to be with someone that I can’t be proud of, and I don’t want to live in an environment that won’t embrace that choice.
Sweet Matey is sixteen years my senior, most of the time I can revert back to my vow and find solace in the notion that if that is our largest difference or hurdle -with the connection we have, then we’re doing alright.
The distance in time and geography certainly confront my insecurities, but I have yet to meet anyone who has gotten to know my fingerprint like he has. He has his own baggage but hasn’t been reluctant to take on mine, or to cast out for my dreams and go as far as to help me generate a budget to achieve some of them for this next twelve months.
There is a spectrum I dance and flop across, this photo comes from Baldwin Beach one afternoon with Sweet Matey by my side. He had been drawing components of diesel engines in the sand as visual aids in our conversation, I am very fond of his mechanical knowledge and humbleness.
While the spectrum can sure be cloudy, at least it offers a depth and richness I can use to color my life.