“Life is a workshop filled with rusty tools sharpened by the repeated grinding of experience.”
This is not a negative description, simply a statement of how life removes the rust of sitting on the bench waiting for the master to build something.
My life is a workshop, some days I tinker, some days I build with a purpose and other days I simply lock the door and go fishing.
I have been ‘writing’, more scribbling, since Tim Ewart and I tried to create the ‘Great Canadian Novel’ in Grade 2. The art part came later, much later, splashing murals on the barrack room walls in Egypt. But in all my ‘expressions’ lives a need to communicate – thoughts, ideas, opinions.
Hopefully something here reaches out to you.