I’ve been thinking about this wood for a long time:
One thing keeps coming to mind–Mordor. Anyone else feel it? The volcano palisander in previous posts does too.
Yes? Mt Doom perhaps?
Orcs painted for battle (…work with me here).
Admittedly, I re-read the Lord of the Rings this year, but I don’t see Sauron’s eye in the clouds or orcs in the grills of cars (think Target commercials). Nonetheless, these bring to mind Mt. Doom, Barad-Dur, the Misty Mountains, Cirith Ungol, Frodo’s troubled dreams. Orthanc too, so I guess it’s not just Mordor.
It’s an odd association for ukuleles, but one that’s been calling. Running with the idea, though at the risk of trauma to LOTR fans, I freely adapt Tolkien’s ring inscription to my own sensibilities about life and music:
One love to rule them all,
One love to find them,
One love to bring them all,
and in the music bind them.
I feel that love is the core “energy” of life in all its fantastic diversity. Music (also amazingly diverse) springs out of love as a powerful force to join (bind) us; to catalyze connections, community, gratitude, and, in a great circle–or ring, if I may–love.
No doubt this is ripe for psychoanalysis, as well as accusations of extreme sappiness and fuzzy-headed thinking; but sappiness seems quite fitting for a woodworker, while fuzzy-headed is merely accurate;-).