We love chopping wood, with this most primitive of chore, Tim & I have common ground. The union of Man provider & Woman nurturer, centered around the ancient relationship to fire.
This work makes us stronger.
Stronger not just physically but in the way it demands a state of pure presence. Conjured by the combination of repetition and hard work required to process a winters worth of wood, in our case about 14 cubic metres. All frustrations melt into the wood with each piece split replaced by a spiritual peace, only known through the reward of physical work for works sake. It is hard work, but work that is meaningful & purposeful.
As a child vivid recollections of chainsaws and willow trees, the smell of sap, and scent of fresh wood, memories that will linger a lifetime. Bouts of shouting & cursing as a knotty log gets the best of the chainsaw or axe. In the end there was no way that it had a chance against dogged determination and effort.
We here in Aotearoa although seasoned wood gathers still have much to learn from our Scandanavian friends for whom it is one of the most crucial of all tasks, as the record holders of wood consumption, (who new there was such a thing) For them it is the difference between being frozen or warm. They have mastered the art of wood in ways that we are now turning to. Not only in their methods for foresting wood as a renewable energy source but in the way they have come to logistically measure & calculate the demanding nature of processing firewood and thus determine the most efficient ways to chop, dry & stack it.
We live in a mountain valley – creatingorganic.space which offers up extremes in climate. It requires a certain resilience and robustness which has turned us towards our primal instinct to survive. It requires that we hone our skill of wood gathering and is rekindling a passion for this simple and ancient way of living.