A few years ago Sean wanted to take me to a little piece of land and show me a large oak tree that he loved. When we got there, however, a housing development company had come in and bulldozed all of the trees in the area. It was heartbreaking. They were all gone. The company had completely raized the land. It was virgin forest, and had never been cut by humans before. The trees would all be thrown into a woodchipper. While we walked around in the devastation, Sean picked up a few pieces to bring home.
This is a bit harder for me to write about. I talk a lot about our connection to trees, and how much we both need to exist within them to feel emotionally fulfilled. Seeing them as living, breathing, ancient beings makes it much harder to cope when they're all just completely destroyed, and cast aside like they're nothing. This is why we never kill trees for woodworking projects and only take branches that have fallen naturally, or collect logs from trees that are already down.
This little dish is made from one of the very few remaining pieces of that small bit of forest.
