While processing burl this last week I realized I had no space for it, so I did the ugly deed.
I judged.
I went through all of my stabilized wood and all my dry spalted wood, yet to be stabilized, and created a massive burn pile. All the wood that wasn’t either perfectly plain or perfectly dazzling had to go. I burned a shit ton of wood and as I reflected this morning on my week, in prayer, I apologized for both judging some wood as not good enough, and for burning something because it lacked character, and because of that, usefulness.
And my spirit heard, I know how you feel.
Remember my friends, burl results from trees defending themselves from attack. Disease, fire, insects, trees get attacked like we do. They are our peers in a way.
Burl results from suffering.
Love enough that you suffer and your soul will be burl.
No one burns burl.