Funny how a simple block of wood can turn you into a walking pool of nostalgia. Kari and I cleaned out a closet yesterday and we stumbled across this unassuming piece of hardwood, still bearing its faded Joyful Honda price tag from Japan. To most, it’s just a scrap of wood, a forgotten remnant from an unrealized project, but to me, it’s a time capsule.
This block of wood holds the weight of moments and choices with a sense of possibility that comes with raw materials. It is a reminder that we all could be shaped and reshaped into something new. Objects, even the ordinary, become talismans of who you were and what you carried through a moment. I don’t know if I’ll ever do anything with this block of wood. Maybe it’s destined to stay as it is, a reminder of the unspoken poetry in our everyday choices.
For now, it will sit on my shelf to remind me to remember where I’ve been and that there is beauty in unrealized projects and scraps.
Lj
Muddled Soma 