I ran my hand over a table I built and realized it might still be in someone's kitchen long after I'm gone. I've made furniture for years without thinking much about it, but lately that thought keeps returning. There's something in it I'm only beginning to feel, and I don't have words for it yet.
More people experience this than they realize.
Beginning to sense that the things you build with your hands carry a worth you can't quite name.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.