Today, I am making sawdust. It’s a project that my spouse and I started for the church (at the request of a member) over a year ago. It’s taken awhile to find the time, the right temperatures for woodworking outside, childcare, and a few other things, but we’re back at it. I must share: making sawdust brings me joy. It’s the smell, the rhythm, the process. I love it all. And in these days of pandemic, when nothing seems familiar and a lot seems challenging, returning to something I love is giving me a little strength for what I am sure lies ahead.