I realize this may be a little "far out," but who else can I share my thoughts with on such a random subject?
Anyway, I've worked with quite a variety of woods, but Osage has this strange effect on me. It happens mostly when I'm chasing a ring... the smell of the wood, the shiny look of it's color, the crunchy sound of the drawknife moving through the early wood, I go into a kind of meditative state, and beyond that I really can't find the words. I sort of feel like I'm going back in time. Back to when things were simpler. No crazy technology, rush to succeed and get ahead of the next guy, phones, computers, strip malls, ect. I think it also has to do with the fact that I'm literally chasing away years of growth, targeting one year in particular when the tree grew well.
Anyone else ever have this sort of feeling? Just wondering