02/05/2026
Yesterday, my father would have been 71.
He was a craftsman —
guided by curiosity and the intelligence of his hands.
He spent much of his life in his workshop,
shaping objects that held both function and imagination —
boxes, pipes, miniatures, furniture…
always drawn toward something new.
He made my first dollhouse — one I still keep to this day, still holding the warmth of the love it was made with.
It was through him that macramé entered my life —
the pot hangings he used to make,
woven with the same care and precision
that defined everything he touched.
Deeply connected to nature,
it was alongside him — during our weekends in the countryside —
that I learned to listen, to observe, and to feel.
A way of being that continues to guide me.
Looking back, I see how much was passed on —
not only the gift of creating with the hands,
but a way of listening, of seeing,
and of expression through form.
What I create today carries that memory.
Ancestral, lived, and still present.
Soulful exists, in part, because of him.
I am deeply grateful for all that has been passed down to me —
seen and unseen.
Thank you for all these gifts, Pappy.
You are with me, always.
