Stop in for a drink.

Bringing this old antique table back to usefullness stired something deep within me. I learned wood working and furniture restoration from my grandfather (my father’s father) decades ago. He taught me how to read wood and work it. He also taught me tricks and techniques to restore century old furniture and bring it back to life.

Today, as I was instinctively cutting hard wood “toothpicks” to fill in the old stripped screw holes and filling with wood glue before putting replacement vintage screws (that my grandfather taught me to collect and keep) in to replace the originals, I found that I was feeling centered and content. I was enjoying doing the things I learned so long ago from my grandfather and employing them with skill and focus...without realizing it until after I was doing it.

Today I rediscovered a center to my being that I had long forgotten about...and it was a profound experience to rediscover it again. I could feel the soul of the piece I was restoring, the soul of the craftsman that created it, and the connection to my soul restoring it. It was truly amazing to feel those connections.

This table has found a new extension of its life today...and so have I.