Axes of learning

Learning the family trade, one swing at a time.

That is what was happening at the local wood chopping competition today. The youngest participant was an 11 year old girl with an already impressive technique. Her dad was beaming with pride.

It was fun to be part of the ‘city meets country’ crowd at this annual event.

Focus
The scent of resin hangs
in an air pregnant with
expectation
and the dreams of small
town lives and family
dynasties.

I am only an observer
standing on the other side
of the velvet rope
caught in the emotion
and the moment
willing on success.

I envy the mental discipline
it takes to be wrapped in the comfort
of being focused on
a singular act
while the world around me
falls apart.