and the typeset:
Taking Root, Using Your Woods
For this is how we come to woods – they come to us. Ancient are the lineages and deep the roots of almost every wood we encounter. Your woods, my child, though freely belonging to anyone, are also and quite absolutely, your own. You see, we come to learn our woods through time and play, experiment and work. Those woods you train yourself with, that you fondle and prune and water and grow – those woods will change right along with you. With time and your own adjustments, growth and adaptations to all within and around you – these woods will shape those changes in you and you will select, alter and use each of your woods in your very own specific and particularized manner…in every moment, experience, and time.
It may not be long before one of us departs with The Leavings, and with such a season you may seek out woodless spaces for a while. There is nothing wrong with leaving woods behind for a time. You will invariably find yourself among thickets of woods you do not recognize, are unfamiliar, or being used in ways you had not imagined. Remember, my dear one – this world is large and uncontained – we cannot master it – it is crowded and flush with persons and woods. Incessantly they are changing, every moment – the woods and their peoples, and the peoples’ selection and uses of woods. Many will offer you groves unwanted, wealds of woods you do not know, clumsy lumber for your yearning purpose.
Remember to breathe and look far, my dear, take your time and search their roots. Nearly any wood can be partially known from its seed taking root and its clamorous growth. Woods are formed of winds and waters, weathers and disparate soils – they are bound to have unique characteristics and histories, varieties and sources – learning these will help you find your way among them. While hardly a simple task – its effort carries its own worth.
Then you may come to feel comfort in whatever woods construct the bosk where you are – they can speak to you, and you with them – becoming another precious person of the wood.
You have so much to offer us, as the forests of woods do you – all the many woodlands spread throughout our homelands, neighborhoods, countrysides and world – many, yes, loved child, many woodlands yet to be invented, discovered or known – and you, sweet forested one, growing now among them, taking roots, assembling branches and leaf piles and canopies, or ships with broad docks and high towers, realms and copses, barrels and fires and beds – as you learn to love and use your woods, multiply and form them – oh what wonders await us all!
Take your roots, then, gather seeds, use your woods – let them grow and shape you – plant, sprout and remake them! All woods you engage are yours while you are in them! So live, darling wonder, live and learn and create! Staying open to woods – testing and investing and proclaiming them! Even logging them for records or constructions, be certain to renew, and create!
and the final product of the little gifted notebook from my lovely daughter, sussing me through these holidays