When I first spotted this piece of sea-worn wood on the shoreline, I hesitated to pick it up. What would I do with it? Why did I need it? I really couldn’t answer these questions beyond the fact that I saw it and wanted it, in all its soft-cornered glory. But that really isn’t enough, is it? So I reasoned with myself that if I saw it on my walk the next day, I would grab it and not look back.
The next day, I walked up the beach studying the shells and driftwood at the edge. At first, I didn’t see it and thought someone else had happened upon this wonderful wood and collected it before I could. But as I walked back, I found it, still half buried. I grabbed it and happily took it with me.
I am still not sure what I will do with this wood. I would like to do something creative with it to hang on a wall, but I haven’t decided what yet. Whatever it is, I feel like I need to thoroughly plan to ensure it comes out just so.
What would you do with this driftwood?