If you put your nose to the grindstone rough,
And keep it down there long enough,
You will soon conclude that there are no such things,
As a brook that babbles or a bird that sings.
These three things will your world compose:
Just you, the stone,
And your ground-down nose.
Around and around it would go, faster and faster and then a spade or axe would be placed on the fast moving stone. Friction, heat and sparks would change both surfaces and over time be worn down.
On the way we stopped off at the Gum Diggers Park which is a living display of how Gum diggers used to live and work. You walk through bush and see how they would live a very tough lifestyle whist digging for Kauri Gum. The image above comes from one of the displays.
I am not going to write much more, I think the poem says it all.
Here are some questions to consider.
- What is the ‘Grindstone’ for you?
- How do you step away from the grindstone and restore yourself?
- The Grindstone featured in the picture is hand powered. What motivates or drives you to keep the Grindstone spinning round?
Here are some other images from our trip to the Far North.
Sunken Kauri Log. These are extracted and beautiful woodwork is created. Check out this site.
Gum Diggers hut. Note the Gum boots to the left.
The wind was so strong that it was reported on in the evening weather news. 140 Kph (87 mph)