A Friend Writes In

“I was taking a walk the other day in Tryon Creek Park, in southwest Portland. I was in need of some soul-soothing among the trees…the forest calms me like nothing else. All the clichés of being humbled in their presence–so tall, so old as they are out here in the Pacific Northwest–are true at heart. Trees are a lesson in growing old gracefully, in stillness and sovereignty; you can feel the life in them but it’s a life of perfect quiet, like realized beings with no need to preach. Anyway, it was the first time I ever made the connection from trees to wood to wood restoration. What a beautiful thing to do! I take for granted my wood floors, but when I stop and notice, I love the feel of them beneath my bare feet, the smoothness, the gentle aspect of their hard, solid nature. You can dance on them in a way that you wouldn’t (and shouldn’t) on your basement concrete, because of that softer essence. There’s a natural warmth to wood that isn’t in stone, for instance, or man-made materials. To restore old wood that’s had its share of use and abuse is a wonderful gesture not only towards beautifying a home but in the sense that you’re, literally, caring for it, as though giving thanks to the trees that ended up there. I know the Wood Doctor brings this kind of caring into their restoration work, and, really, how cool is that?”