Chapter 109.
Alejandro.
The carpenter was an artist and a builder. There were times he was lifting lumber to make some vast structure, and other times he was absorbed into the finest of detail. He was akin to the chef that savours every drop, keen to use all that nature has given so graciously. With his heart and hands he honoured the tree that was and he gave its beauty a new life.
We are all born with marvellous talents as if they were tree seeds in need of water, of love and nurture, in liberty and support, somewhere to put down roots and belong. And in that way I see the carpenter as seed who grew wild and free, all the while being sculpted by a higher hand... as are we all when the fears and the constraints of the world fall away.