In every moment is a Whisper. Welcome to one man’s quest to listen

I love organisation.  I aspire to be organised.  Candidly, while I can describe both, I am not particularly gifted at either.  I like to tell myself it is because I am always thinking about solving the puzzle and hand, and as soon as I do this, I am on to the next.  My rationalisation rarely convinces anyone, including myself.  The shop move, with a fourteen-year...

Fifteen years ago, maybe sixteen years ago, my father and I unpacked this table saw and began to assemble it in California. At the time, we could not imagine the future and how everything would play out. We enjoyed each other’s company as we worked and collaborated on my new shop. More than a decade later, the location has changed, the...

The fact that the weather was going to change was no secret.  Everyone was talking about it.  Any media that one might rely on was highlighting what was coming.  I could not think of any excuses for not knowing it was coming.  Knowing and understanding are never the same.  Additionally, I often delay taking the bridge from knowing to action, especially when I am not fond...

I sat in a chair, sipping coffee and reflecting on what life had been trying to reveal through her whispers over the past day. Just across from me were three stuffed animals propped in a chair. I did not play a part in placing them there, even though they represented connections to individuals in my life who are no longer with...

It is cold outside, especially for someone who lives in a place that is usually warm to hot. I did not anticipate the sub-zero temperatures being as cold as they were. While I had some warm clothes, it is easy to admit it is freezing! In my lament, I reflected on the water fountain before me, struggling to fulfil its purpose....

It was a random find in my dad’s desk.  Initially, I assumed I knew where the keys would fit and what was on the USB stick.  I was wrong!  I still have no idea what the keys will open.  No doors in the house or shop can be opened with any of the keys.  There are no indicators as to where I should look next, if...

The shop was silent, except for the sounds of my creation.  The setting was the same as it had been for thirty years.  Yet, people who were here are no longer.  I have known this for the previous fifteen months. Today, it is sinking in for real.  I am the same as I was; at the same time, I am different.  Even as I close my...

The tarmac I was standing on could have been anywhere.  The parking lot and nearby road were eerily silent.  Nothing was moving.  I expected an opportunity to reflect silently.  Instead, the tarmac carried on a relentless conversation that I was not sure I wanted to have in the moment.  I listened to echoes of my fears, uncertainties, and doubts.  I saw the scars left by the past...