This isn’t a guidebook. It’s not polished or perfect. Just quiet thoughts from the woodshop—scraps of reflection that come to me somewhere between the rhythm of sanding and the scent of sawdust. Here, I share what working with wood has taught me about patience, purpose, and the beauty of building something slowly. Some days, it's about the grain of a stubborn board. Other days, it's about grief, joy, or how a piece of walnut reminds me to stay grounded. These reflections aren’t meant to instruct, just to accompany—to sit with you the way a worn stool might in the corner of a shop. They’re for anyone who finds comfort in quiet work, in honest effort, and in the kind of life that grows slowly, with care.Thanks for pulling up a seat. I’m glad you’re here.