{"id":54,"date":"2018-09-10T12:11:49","date_gmt":"2018-09-10T12:11:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/?p=54"},"modified":"2018-09-10T12:11:49","modified_gmt":"2018-09-10T12:11:49","slug":"three-threads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/?p=54","title":{"rendered":"Three threads."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was at Easter this year that I hit the buffers.\u00a0 Breakdown, burnout, work-related stress \u2026 it all amounts to the same.\u00a0 I started breaking down in tears at work and continued to do so for the initial few weeks of my resulting sixteen weeks sick leave, until I could feel the stress and the emotions dissipating.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>During this time, three ideas, three threads, came together.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For several years, I have said that when I retire, I would like to do a boatbuilding course at the IBTC (International Boatbuilding Training College) in Portsmouth\u2019s Historic Dockyard. \u00a0\u00a0One morning, I looked on the IBTC website, and saw that they had an Open Day coming up.\u00a0 I booked a place, keen to see if the course was really what I had hoped it would be.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My Father was a mechanical engineer, then CDT teacher.\u00a0 Metalwork, woodwork, blacksmithing \u2026 he did it all, and he amassed a large collection of tools and machines.\u00a0 When he died in 2015, I inherited this collection.\u00a0 I didn\u2019t think I would get into metalworking, so I gave his metal lathe and other such items to The Gosport Shed, but I had a workshop built in our garden, to house my tools and bench, and my Dad\u2019s wood lathe, and his many other tools and machines.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For some time now, I have been yearning to use these tools, and to make things in wood.\u00a0Although I have started to do some woodturning, it has been hard to find the time to do this, what with the hours I have been working.\u00a0 I resigned myself to the idea that I would have to wait until I have more time in retirement.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>During those early weeks of sick leave, I sought advice, support and comfort from my family, and from close and trusted colleagues. One of my younger Partners \u2013 well, they\u2019re almost all younger than me \u2013 suggested a book on Mindfulness: \u201cFinding Peace in a Frantic World.\u00a0 Knowing my fondness for poetry, she also recommended an anthology of poetry: \u201cThe Poetry of Presence.\u201d\u00a0 I ordered them both, and the latter volume arrived on the eve of my visit to the Open Day at the IBTC.\u00a0 That evening, as I let the book fall open at a random page, I came across a poem, written by Judy Sorum Brown, an American lady, who does leadership consultancy work.\u00a0Here it is:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Wooden Boats<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I have a brother who builds wooden boats,<br \/>\nWho knows precisely how a board<br \/>\nCan bend or turn, steamed just exactly<br \/>\nSoft enough so he, with help of friends,<br \/>\nCan shape it to the hull.<\/p>\n<p>The knowledge lies as much<br \/>\nWithin his sure hands on the plane<br \/>\nAs in his head;<br \/>\nIt lies in love of wood and grain,<br \/>\nA rough hand resting on the satin<br \/>\nOf the finished deck.<\/p>\n<p>Is there within us each<br \/>\nSuch artistry forgotten<br \/>\nIn the cruder tasks<br \/>\nThe world requires of us,<br \/>\nThe faster modern work<br \/>\nThat we have<br \/>\nTurned our life to do?<\/p>\n<p>Could we return to more of craft<br \/>\nWithin our lives,<br \/>\nAnd feel the way the grain of wood runs true,<br \/>\nBy letting our hands linger<br \/>\nOn the product of our artistry?<br \/>\nCould we recall what we have known<br \/>\nBut have forgotten,<br \/>\nThe gifts within ourselves,<br \/>\nEach other too,<br \/>\nAnd thus transform a world<br \/>\nAs he and friends do,<br \/>\nShaping steaming oak boards<br \/>\nUpon the hulls of wooden boats?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As I read this poem, on the eve of my visit to the IBTC, it felt like something of an omen. \u00a0It resonated with all that I envisaged in the art and skill of boatbuilding.\u00a0 \u00a0Needless to say, I enjoyed the open day immensely, certain that here I would be a round peg in a round hole, happy and fulfilled again, but in a new way: by learning and applying newly-acquired skills; by the satisfaction of crafting something beautiful and functional with my hands, using age old techniques and simple tools \u2013 Dad\u2019s tools.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Somehow, these three threads came together that evening: my ambition to work with boats, which I have always loved; my desire to make use of my Father\u2019s tools; and my desire to craft things out of wood.\u00a0 They came together with a poem so timely to my situation, and so resonant with my need, that its discovery seems more than just coincidence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was at Easter this year that I hit the buffers.\u00a0 Breakdown, burnout, work-related stress \u2026 it all amounts to the same.\u00a0 I started breaking down in tears at work and continued to do so for the initial few weeks of my resulting sixteen weeks sick leave, until I could feel the stress and the&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=54"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.talesfromtheboatshed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}