A black and white photo of a person with long hair smiling indoors, surrounded by tools and crafts.

Sarah Rutherford

Feeling my way through the carve and burning my way through a feeling. I cannot pass a living tree for all its beauty I truly see, only trip and pray that this was meant for me.

The stories these grains and fibre tell, every vein and heartbeat we feel as they swell. I know the provenance of each piece I carve, burn and care for, for their journey began way before me.

Windfallen, collected, and roughly shaped they pass to me with a treasured kindness, grace and care as their journey and stories continue on, but to where?

 As I carve and burn it allows me the same grace when words have failed me, teaching me patience and a safe place in which to rest my mind… and so I pass these on in true kindness, care and grace, on into another’s journey, wherever that may take them.