Stacking Wood

Inside the woodshed

After taking the video in my studio this afternoon, the pile of firewood outside my window  still taunted me.

So when I finished designing my Emily Dickinson, Secrets quilt and packing up the last of my I Am Enough posters, (UPS delivered the mailing tubes today), taking a walk in the woods with Fate and eating dinner, I was back outside tossing the last to the wood into the woodshed and stacking it.

I got most of it done, but it got too dark and I was too tired to finish. But I did have some insights stacking these two cords of wood.

One of them is something Jon wrote about on his blog tonight.

It’s about my desire to do my part on the farm because I don’t make as much money as Jon does and how Jon often feels like he can’t do as much of the physical work.  We  talk about how we each couldn’t live here without the other. And that really, we’re a perfect match for living this kind of life together.  Each doing what the other can’t.

But still somehow we each also always feel as if we’re not doing enough.

Another thing that happens when I stack wood is it brings up memories of my old life, of the hard physical work I used to do restoring old houses with my ex-husband.  At that point in my life, stacking wood was a chore that became a burden.

But as  those memories came to me this time, I recognized them and let them go, as I learned to do when meditating.  And then I wondered if I hadn’t finally come to the point where I stacked enough wood to work  all the memories out, like sweating the poison out of my body.

And I thought this because I began to notice that instead of memories, new thoughts were coming to me.  And then, just recognition of what I was doing. Noticing how my body  felt as I bent over to pick up the wood and how my left hand couldn’t grasp the large heavy pieces like  my right hand could.

And each time I came out of the woodshed back to the pile of wood I looked at the sky or felt the breeze or really saw just how green the grass is.  I was experiencing what was around me  and my place in it.

I was being in the moment.

I also felt the  satisfaction of filling up the woodshed with wood.  Of knowing that when the winter comes, I’ll be bringing the same wood into the house and burning it in the stoves, warming our old  house in a way that the baseboards can’t.

Even thought I’m not cutting the wood and hauling it to the house, or paying for it to be done, stacking it makes me feel more connected to the process.  Acknowledging the sacrifice of the trees and being even more grateful for them.

The woodshed is attached to the house, which makes getting the wood in the winter easy.  I especially enjoy building the ends so they’re strong enough and straight enough to hold the stacks of wood.

5 thoughts on “Stacking Wood

  1. This might be a dumb question but is that kind of a universal method of stacking wood or just your way? It looks very neat and tidy with those layers. Just wondering. Looks like Bud is keeping a close eye on you behind the fence!

    1. Not dumb at all, before I had a wood stove, I knew nothing about stacking wood. There are many ways of staking wood, some people make a circle of logs and throw the wood in the middle making a mound. I learned to make the ends to hold the wood by placing three logs in one direction then three in the opposite and so on. The logs have to be the same size to keep the ends straight and even so they don’t topple over.
      here’s a link to some more ways of stacking wood.
      And yes, Fate was sitting by the pasture gate watching the animal, but Bud was keeping an eye on me.

  2. You stack “Jenga” style, very solid

    I just loved this post, it describes just how it feels to me when I move from holding something old to feeling it release and spiral through. New things start coming in and transmuting it.

    How we feel tells tale.

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