White Dove Tales

2011-11-26T18:06:00.001-06:00

2011 Texas Furniture Maker Show Awards

The 2011 Texas Furniture Maker Show is now available for your viewing enjoyment at the Kerrville Arts and Cultural Center in Kerrville, TX. The awards ceremony was on November 19. Once again, there is a beautiful collection of artistically and technically pleasing furniture to view and purchase (if you should so choose!) The winners this year include: Caleb Nolen, Robert Galusha, Mark Seay, Chris Kemler, Randy Secrest, Rex White, Barry Bradley, Chris Shenkman, Jim Wallace, Jeremy Grubb, James Breaux, Dean Storey, Danny Kamerath, Lou Quallenberg, Kim Townsend, Alton Bowman, Paul Odem, John Sherman, Bert Ray and Gordon McDougal. To see some of the highlights, view the photos below.

BEST of SHOW! By Caleb Nolen

2nd Place Overall - By Robert Galusha

3rd Place Overall - By Mark Seay

Best Contemporary Style - By Chris Kemler

Best Texas Style - By Rex White

Best Art Style - "Melting" - By Barry Bradley

Best Apprentice - By Chris Shenkman

People's Choice Award and Judges' Special Award - "Pie Safe" By Jim Wallace

Judges' Special Award - By James Breaux

Judges' Special Award - By Dean Storey

Tall Jewelry Case - By Danny Kamerath

Furniture Commmittee Award - By Lou Quallenberg

Society of American Period Furniture Makers Award - By Rex White

New Gallery!

2011-09-25T17:12:00.000-05:00

NEW GALLERY!

We are excited to announce that Rex is now showing his work in the RS Hanna Gallery (http://www.rshannagallery.com/) in Fredericksburg, TX. It is a beautiful space filled with a variety of artistic styles - water color, oils, pastels, bronzes and Rex's furniture! Shannon and Thad Hanna have attracted an impressive group of artists whose work will satisfy many different tastes. We invite you to come visit! The Grand Opening will be Saturday, October 22, 2011, 6:00-9:00 p.m.! Here are a few photos to peak your interest...but they don't - at all - do the gallery justice! So come see for yourself! 208 South Llano Street, Fredericksburg, TX 78624.

To Life

2011-07-09T18:54:00.003-05:00

Our niece Carrie Judson was married on the 4th of July to Justin Urso. They danced together with the Texas Ballet Theater (TBT) Company in Fort Worth, TX for a few years and now, as Carrie continues to dance with the ballet, Justin is pursuing his artistic expression in musical theater. They are both extremely talented and their wedding and reception was a wonderful expression of their talent and the talents of their friends. We were blessed to enjoy a wonderful weekend of festivities in their honor in the Santa Cruz, CA area with them, their friends and families. At their rehearsal dinner, I shared the following poem, which I wrote for them and in honor of their very special gifts, which they have shared with all who are around them. Thanks Carrie and Justin! We love you!

To Life!

We listen, we hear, we answer the call
To Dance!
We listen with discipline
We hear with passion
We answer with beauty
And we share a little bit of heaven with the earth.

We listen, we hear, we answer the call
To Sing!
We listen with resonance
We hear in harmony
We answer with joy
And we share a little bit of heaven with the earth.

We listen, we hear, we answer the call
To Love!
We listen with our souls
We hear with our devotion
We answer with our union
And we share a little bit of heaven with the earth.

We listen, we hear, we answer the call
To Live!
We listen with our talents
We hear with our love
We answer with our lives
And we share a little bit of heaven with the earth.

To Dance, To Sing, To Love
To Life!
To Carrie and Justin!

A poem written for and about Carrie and Justin for their wedding
7-4-2011
By Mary Lou Cunningham White

Louise and Brian's Wedding

2011-04-26T12:16:00.011-05:00

Our niece, Louise Dolby and Brian Schultze got married in Stanford Memorial Church on March 19, 2011. What a beautiful wedding and festive celebration it was! Despite torrential downpours throughout their wedding day, the bride and groom stayed poised and jubilant through all of the activities of the day. I wrote a poem as part of our wedding gift to them and was honored that they chose to have it read as part of their ceremony! As our first blog post of 2011 (finally!), I share it with you. Enjoy!

LOVE UNFOLDS

A seed of love was planted in our hearts long ago

Tiny, Fragile, Buried

The elements of life seemed to threaten, not encourage, the seed to grow

Pain, Hurt, Loss

Deep within the darkness, something stirred within

Longing, Knowing, Hoping

The tears of life had moistened the soil against the skin

Softening, Breaking, Opening

And love sprouted with new growth, in new green

Joy, Life, Laughter

Transcending all that it had known, the light was seen

Vision, Adventure, Possibilities

Reaching skyward toward the light, a fresh breeze blows

Awakening, Igniting, Uplifting

And the flower slowly, elegantly unfolds. The heart knows.

Life has called forth life

Love has called forth love.

Texas Furniture Maker Show 2010

2010-12-29T11:26:00.007-06:00

At long last I post photos and award winners at the 2010 Texas Furniture Makers Show in Kerrville, TX. The show was held at The Kerr Arts and Cultural Center - www.kacckerrville.com and is an annual event each November/December. If you missed this year's show, below are some highlights. If you were able to attend and/or participate, you will enjoy re-visiting these outstanding entries. First, we ask you to indulge us in some shameless self-promotion - Rex won Best Traditional Furniture for his Demi-Lune Table made out of quilted maple. For more of Rex's work, visit http://www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com/.

First Place Overall - Best of Show - went to Jim Wallace of Cedar Park, TX for his Tapestry Table (below):

Second Place Overall went to Alton Bowman of Flower Mound, TX for his Writing Desk (below):

Third Place Overall went to Danny Kamerath of Dallas, TX for his Martin Hall Table (below):

Other outstanding entries are below by such excellent furniture artists as Lou Quallenberg of Llano, TX; Barry Bradley of Fredericksburg, TX; Lee Burns of Kerrville, TX and Phillip Sell of Wimberley, TX.

Sunset

2010-10-14T17:51:00.004-05:00

Sunset

A couple sits nearby

They parked in handicapped parking.

Age has kissed them

silence has gripped them.

They sit and sip and quietly watch the water, the sunset.

Their days of party and passion are past.

Now they settle into a rhythm of breathing and being

together.

He cuts her food as she watches

gently feeding her the nourishment she needs

to carry on.

She sips through a straw, her water or wine...

not far removed from my days, my life.

"Irresistible" plays in my ear.

There was a day when these two knew the meaning of that word.

And they still do.

Taking their love to another place, another time.

"Irresistible" and "Unforgettable"

they will always be.

Life's Landscape

2010-08-23T13:23:00.003-05:00

The Landscape of My Life

As I sat on an airplane bound for California to visit my mother, looking at the landscape below, I contemplated the landscape of my life. How does my life appear? Does it appear more like the rugged mountains with their dramatic ups and downs, sharp edges, yet breathtaking vistas? Or, is it more the flat valley with waving grasses, blustery winds and straight, predictable lines. Perhaps it is a seashore with its changing tides, rolling waves, life above and life below the surface. Or, the gently rolling hills, seasonally changing from green to brown and back again - nothing dramatic but lovely, flowing, peaceful. I suppose my life has been a bit of all of these terrains - a traveler along life's pathway enjoying the beauty of each, navigating the challenges of each.

Where I feel most alive and most connected is at the seashore. Perhaps it is the mystery of the deep - the sense that there is much still to be explored below the surface. I am awed by the power of the sea, the colors of the sea, the beauty of the sea. It reminds me that I am not in control and at any time it could come and sweep me into its depths. Yet it mesmerizes me, hypnotizes me, enchants me. I desire to discover more of its mystery.

I will continue my quest across the landscape of life - discovering my own heights, depths, steep climbs and quiet valleys - carving and molding the landscape of my soul.

Website, too!

2010-07-14T16:09:00.003-05:00

Rex White Custom Furniture! www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com/awards.html

The silence you have heard from our blog over the past two months has been deafening! We could use the excuse that we have been busy, but that is a worn out excuse and only partially true. We will do our best to remedy this situation over coming months for those in the big world out there who may be listening.

To fill the void, I refer you to Rex's website to view and enjoy the visual delights of his fine custom furniture. Perhaps this will reach you at that precise moment you are looking for that special custom item for your home. Don't delay, contact him today at rex@rexwhitecustomfurniture

More "dove tales" and "dove tails" will follow soon.

The Quest

2010-05-27T17:09:00.003-05:00

THE QUEST

Like bringing a knife to a gunfight,

I find I am unprepared and ill-equipped

For the challenge and battle of this life.

Does anyone come truly prepared?

Does anyone really know what to prepare for?

My heart is wrapped with a thin veil of protection.

My soul boldly marches through dangerous

Battlefields, nakedly on its own quest

Exposed to the arrows of pain and sorrow,

Disappointment and failure.

Each wound is but an opening through which

Light can be seen.

And at the end of soul's quest

The veil over my heart will be lifted and

Find it is surrounded by love.

Living Water

2010-04-01T12:55:00.007-05:00

Today marks the observance of Maundy Thursday within the Christian church. Many churches commemorate the Lord's Last Supper with His disciples and His "command" (Maundy means command) that his disciples "love one another." Additionally, many churches conduct services of foot-washing, following Jesus' humble example of washing the feet of the disciples - an act of service, love and humility. We are reminded to relate to each another with these qualities, placing ourselves at the feet of one another both literally and figuratively. The church I attend, St. Barnabas Episcopal Church in Fredericksburg, TX (www.stbarnabasfbg) also holds an all-night vigil this night "in the garden with Jesus," remembering the time that He went away to pray to His Father that "this cup might pass from me." Throughout the night, people take turns praying "with Jesus," symbolizing that He will not be alone on this last night of His life. Take a moment to reflect on the meaning and power of the events of this day with the words of this poem:

LIVING WATER

Warm tears slowly find their way down my cheek and drip from my chin.

The brokenness of my heart, the pain of love pours forth and spills around me.

The sweet fragrance of this love and the saltiness of my tears mingle on my tongue.

How can something so painful, smell so sweet?

How does the sorrow of life bring out its flavor?

Oh God, hold my wounded heart within your healing hands.

Fill the broken places with the salve of your loving tears.

Show me how this vessel can still be useful

To pour out to others your living water.

Website Updated!

2010-03-16T17:32:00.003-05:00

Courtesy of friends and entrepreneurs extraordinaire, Linda and Sam Fouquet, www.cloudtippers.com Rex's website has been re-vamped and updated! Please take a moment to check it out and give us your feedback, comments and in-put. And, place an order if you like! :) www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com

The Music of Life

2010-02-26T17:27:00.004-06:00

I have had the blessed opportunity to sing in/with several different choirs. From church choirs, pulling together willing voices to “make a joyful noise” unto the Lord (and sometimes it may be only joyful to the ears of God!) to fine choirs blending professional voices, or at least people with much musical training and ability. My voice fits more in the “church choir” category, but somehow I have been fortunate to be allowed to blend my voice into the more “professional” choirs and I have been richly blessed.

Choir rehearsals are times of repetition, fine tuning, listening to others’ voices and learning how to breathe. Much time is taken to go through each piece and “mark the breaths” – times when everyone breathes together. Often the director will say, “don’t breathe from here to here,” which often is an impossible request; or, they will say “stagger your breathing” so that we don’t breathe when anyone else is breathing. This gives the impression then to the listener as though no breath has been taken and the sound continues.

In life, as we blend our lives with others, there are times when we all need to collectively stop, take a breath, make an obvious pause, before the sounds of life continue. This can accentuate an experience, allow for reflection and learning, and give meaning to the words of life. It can define the moment or experience. Other times, we must just stagger our breaths, or notbreathe from “here to here,” focus, concentrate, endure, persevere, rely on everyone around to do their part, and the song of life flows seamlessly, without a break.

Singing with a choir, each voice can rely on others to blend the notes in harmony to create the music, supporting, contrasting, sometimes in unison, sometimes in four part or even eight part (or more) harmony. But when one sings alone, a solo voice, the music takes on a different flavor. The breaths, the pauses, must be taken and are more obvious. The quality of the singer’s voice is more evident and exposed. There is no one to support, to blend in with, to listen to, or harmonize with. The music can be lovely, poignant, profound, but a very different sound from the choir’s voice.

To fully understand and experience each song in life requires listening with open ears and open hearts. Oftentimes we hear more the tune than the lyrics. The musical notes “get stuck in our heads” – a musical phrase mindlessly repeating itself like a broken record. But when we really listen to the music of life, we will comprehend the message. The tune will resonate in our bones, in our souls. The breaths and the pauses accentuate and define the value of the notes, the expressions, emotions and passion. The volume and vibration push the air and we feel their effects on our skin and in our hearts. And we experience more clearly the meaning of life.

The Bridge - Christmas Card Version

2010-01-08T17:11:00.003-06:00

I thought I would share a version of our Christmas Card this year for any readers who may not have received this. I hope you enjoy it and that it blesses you...

Consider bridges – Jesus was born into this world to be a bridge – to reconnect us with God. People throughout history have turned their backs on God…not always intentionally…sometimes we just get caught up with ourselves and leave no room “Inn” us for God. I am thankful that Jesus was born to show me the path, to be the bridge to God, for His star to light the way across the great divide.

Some of the bright spots along our path this year included the wedding of nephew Joseph Dolby to Alisa Lim in California, girls weekends in Medina and Lake Tahoe (thank you my sweet friends), and visits with many friends and family both here in Texas and at various locations around the country. This year also marked the passing of Rex’s sister Linda who had survived over 9 years after a heart transplant; and the passing of a couple of high school classmates. As often happens, such passings provide opportunities for loved ones to draw near in a common bond of love and sympathy.

The biggest event in our year was the installation of an 89 foot flat-bed railroad car as our bridge across the great divide of our driveway that washed away in the summer floods of 2007. This dramatic event caused me to reflect on the importance of bridges – that I share with you for your reflection…

THE BRIDGE
“It happens with life, with relationships. Erosion can be subtle, at first, hardly noticed; or if noticed, just seems to be the natural course of things and is dismissed. But when the gap that once was no wider than two could reach across and clasp hands eventually erodes to a chasm deep and wide, it becomes obvious, dangerous, disastrous and impassable. Some stare, gape or shake their heads, but they get used to it. Like an “elephant in the living room,” they learn to go around it, ignore it, incorporate it into life's routines. But something happened, broke, died, changed, was destroyed, re-routed and is dramatically different. Some can't ignore it for they see the chasm as a pain, as an open wound that isn't healing. The normal waters of life's stream gently flow along their path. When the torrents and floods of life's temptations, challenges and sorrows come, they carve, dig, roll, roar, upend and destroy what once was. This could be the end of the story; or, it could be a new beginning. A bridge is built across the chasm. The two sides are reunited. Grasses and flowers begin to sprout with new life. The landscape of the soul is forever changed, yet renewed.”

Warmest wishes to all for a great year ahead in 2010! Mary Lou, Weasel and Rex

Texas Furniture Makers Show - 2009

2009-11-10T17:34:00.006-06:00

The Annual Texas Furniture Makers Show in Kerrville, Texas (http://www.kacckerrville.com) has become quite a prestigious event. Many of the top furniture makers in the State enter their finest works for monetary awards, broad exposure and public acclaim. As Rex White's wife, I am proud to announce that Rex won the award for the "Best Traditional Furniture" for his "Stand-up Desk" (above.)

Other top award winners are shown below in the following order: First Place/Best of Show - Credenza by John O'Brien, Second Place Overall - Cocktail Table by Jeff Granberry, Third Place Overall - Vidar's Chairs by Clark Kellogg, Best Contemporary Furniture - Dining Table by Philip Sell, Best Texas Style Furniture - Partner's Desk by Lou Quallenberg, and Best Whimsical/Art Furniture - Tres Art Chairs by Danny Kamerath. Visit the Kerrville Arts and Cultural Center (228 Earl Garrett Street Kerrville, Texas) this month to take a closer look!

Our Inner Story

2009-10-28T09:42:00.002-05:00

I work in a business where we assist military officers make a successful transition from a military career into a business career. We guide them through self-introspection exercises to help them recognize their strengths, weaknesses, goals set and reached, patterns, and ways of doing things. We help them determine the best direction for their future. For those who choose business, we connect them with the best developmental opportunities available in Corporate America.

In the economic conditions of this past year, I have spoken with many friends who have also been making transitions in their lives. Some losing jobs and seeking new ones, some retiring from their careers and looking at what they want to be involved with in their retirement years, and others just questioning the best direction for their futures, both professionally and personally. Being in "mid-life" myself, I see many of my contemporaries reaching a time in life when they reflect on what they have accomplished so far in life and questioning whether they should take a new path to reach their true life's dream or purpose. This may be a new path as a career, or it could be a new path spiritually or relationally. We each have an "inner story" and if we listen to that Spirit within, we may more clearly see the path we should take.

An (unfinished) Inner Story…

There is an inner music
That seeks to play its song
It taps a beat into the heart
For it’s melody I long.

There is an inner poem
That seeks to tell its story
Love’s inspiration, nature’s beauty
Life and truth and glory.

There is an inner passion
That burns within the soul
I’m called, I’m pulled, I ache, I yearn
For God to make me whole.

There is an inner painting
That seeks to share its vision
It’s color, shading, brushstroke, image
A clarity, arisen.

There is an inner longing
That pulls upon my heart
Is there more I am to be or do?
Am I to play a different part?

There is an inner Spirit
That dances and uplifts
It lightens, guides and shows the way
To love, life and their gifts.

There is an inner peace
That is there without my striving
Rest and listen to the breathing
It is there, where I am thriving.

There is an inner story
Of adventure, risk, yet hope
It is where my true love waits for me..
……

By Design, Too

2009-10-22T10:33:00.002-05:00

When a client contacts Rex about a piece of furniture, the design process starts immediately as Rex formulates a mental vision of the piece and considers its function and construction. He will discuss the style desired, what will fit within a space or fit in with other pieces. He will discuss types and natural colors of wood. The wood and other materials are selected. Will there be accents of brass, stone, leather or glass? These details move the process further along the design path. Photos showing lines, shapes or colors that are pleasing to the client help to shape the initial drawing of the piece. Additional drawings will be produced to refine the details until the drawing represents the desired end product in form and function. A bid can then be produced based upon all of the elements that will be included in the custom piece. Are you ready for Rex to design and build a piece of furniture for you now? Contact him through this site, or through his website, http://www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com/ !

Chasing Sunsets

2009-10-04T22:28:00.005-05:00

The thoughts and plans for my trip were looping through my brain like a song that keeps repeating itself in my head without any conscious effort. My trip would take me back to people and places of my past. Times for reconnecting, remembering and renewing are anticipated. The visions of faces, places, sounds, smells, smiles, hugs, emotions play themselves out on the movie screen of my mind. The reflection on my past while anticipating the future casts an interesting light on the present. Sometimes "Now" can be overrated. The stark reality of now with its sharp edges, vivid images, brilliant clarity can be overwhelming. The gentle filter of my memory can serve to soften the edges, blur the images and shade the starkness, like airbrushing a photograph or wearing rose-colored glasses. The memory may be sweeter, lovelier and kinder than the reality. Granted, this is not always true. Sometimes the sharp pain of loss or hurt can cloud even the best memories and overshadow the goodness of life experiences. Plans to revisit meaningful people and memorable places, playing out potential conversations, shared emotions, laughter and maybe tears can be more pleasant and enjoyable than the actual events will be. Maybe that is why I like to plan, expect, hope and dream. The fantasies of what could be, might be, hope to be are wonderful little mental vacations my mind takes me on. No doubt too much living in the past or planning for the future can cause us to miss some brilliant moments that are happening NOW. Yet I learn from my past and I have hope for my future. Both give me perspective and appreciation of "Now." Like chasing sunsets across the sky, I can fly back to my homeland and reconnect with my past - but that sun has set and I am only living when I am aware and cognizant of this moment and the next, creating new meaningful memories by being present to each of life's experiences.

2009-09-24T15:02:00.006-05:00

The Bridge

Shortly BEFORE the old crossing collapsed.

AFTER - The new Bridge!

The Bridge

It is that way with life, with relationships. The erosion can be so subtle, at first, that it is hardly noticed; or if noticed, just seems to be the natural course of things and dismissed. But when the gap that once was no wider than two could reach across and clasp hands eventually erodes to a chasm deep and wide, it becomes obvious, dangerous, disastrous and impassable. Some stare, gape or shake their heads, but they get used to it. Like having an elephant in the living room, they learn to go around it, ignore it, incorporate it into life's routines. But something happened, something broke, died, changed, was destroyed, re-routed and is dramatically different. Some can't ignore it for they see the pain as an open wound that isn't healing. The normal waters of life's stream gently flowed along their path. When the torrents and floods came of life's temptations, challenges and sorrows, they carved, dug, rolled, roared, upended and destroyed what once was. This could be the end of the story; or, it could be a new beginning. A bridge is built across the chasm. The two sides are reunited. Grasses and flowers begin to sprout with new life. The landscape of the soul is forever changed, yet renewed.

Tapestry

2009-09-03T11:52:00.006-05:00

As I plan and prepare for a vacation trip to California in October, I think about all the many family and friends who live there and who I see scattered through the year, or some once a year, some only every few years. Each life that has touched mine has affected me, changed me and deepened me in some way. Each person is a thread that has interwoven with mine at some point, or at many points, along my life's pathway. Likewise I pray that my life has intersected with others in a way that has been a positive influence on them. I often pray, "may my thoughts words and actions make a positive difference in the lives my life touches." We see each stitch and each individual thread. We tend to live life up close. God sees the entire tapestry of our life from a heavenly perspective. Sometimes the stitches aren't very pretty or a thread looks dull by itself, but when seen from God's perspective, when it is all woven together, it is beautiful!

Tapestry

A shred of hope
A stitch in time
Thin threads of life
Of souls entwined.

Events and memories
Families, friends
Lives interwoven
Colors blend.

Time and distance
Beauty, breath
Laughter, sorrow
Birth and death.

The ins and outs
The up and down
A nurse, a mother
And a clown.

Life seems simple
Work and play
Moment by moment
Day to day.

Yet rich and deep
Profound in wonder
The powerful storms
The rolling thunder.

One thread is golden
A dazzling hue
The one life’s love
So pure and true.

Meaning, depth
Perspective, texture
This love’s blessing
To life’s vesture.

Yes, deep, complex
And interwoven
Requiring pain
And grief not chosen.

A twist of fate
To come unraveled
Thin threads of hope
Were barely traveled.

Life’s fabric is woven
So intricately
From heaven’s height
A Holy Tapestry.

After...noon...

2009-08-17T15:41:00.003-05:00

Many weekends are filled with activity - visitors, events, projects, travel. But once in a while, a weekend day comes around that allows for true rest and relaxation. Such opportunities I savor with all my senses. Even in the backyard quiet, there is still activity...but of a very different kind! I offer this poem to give you a mind-vacation. It will only take a minute. Allow yourself to feel, sense, hear, see, breathe and savor the moment. Are you ready? Take a deep breath, and read...

AFTER...NOON...

In the softness of the warm afternoon, the gentle
breeze plays my skin tenderly, caressing
hair, blown kisses, tickling and feathering.

In the darkness of the sun hidden, all is dull
and blended, somber; 'til it's once again
brilliance emerges, defining the shadows.

In the air, flying with or against the life-force, a
butterfly darts, a wasp weaves undaunted; but
a leaf floats or soars, carried with power.

In the delight of the chuckling stream, there is no
stillness, ever-moving onward; constant flow
and motion, all in and within changing.

In this life there is no true still point, no true
silence, no true solitude; all is doing, being, all
is active, happening; creating, birthing, dying.

In the softness of the warm afternoon, the gentle
breeze whispers in my ear tenderly, calming
my heart, loving messages to breathe and be.

Dream Furniture

2009-08-12T11:43:00.004-05:00

Build the furniture of your dreams that will last a lifetime.

Rex White is a furniture designer and craftsman. He will create your design with you and custom make the furniture of your dreams. Hardwoods from around the world are available to construct your piece consistent with your specifications. Each piece is hand-constructed and finished with exquisite detail. The hand-sanded and hand-rubbed finish to each piece completes your special, functional work of art. Rex would be happy to discuss your project with you.

Contact him: via e-mail rdwhite@ktc.com; or from this web-site, rexwhite@rexwhitecustomfurniture.com; or by phone: 830-997-2873 or (Cell) 830-456-6658

Some of Rex's previous commissions:

In Honor of and in Memory of Sam Maloof, Furniture Craftsman:

Thin Threads

2009-08-05T15:16:00.002-05:00

Thin Threads

Sitting on my porch, awaiting the rising sun, there is a rare coolness in the August Texas air. Cool and still as whitetail deer enjoy a morning meal of grasses in the field. The only sounds at this hour are the crickets chirping and singing to welcome the day and the hum of bees in the pecan trees as they savor the annual sap arrival. The sun just now peeks one eye over the hill beyond with a lazy light beam reaching across the dew covers of the field to lengthen the shadows and illumine the new day. It rises lazily this morning, as though it, too, is enjoying the rare coolness of this summer morn, and doesn’t want to yet get out of bed. As it yawns and stretches and opens both eyes, the gleam, the sparkle dances across the meadow and awakens the earth. Birds begin their morning songs, cows begin to bray, and the squirrels begin their games of chase, making the scritchy scratchy rustling noises across the tree bark. A bird sits on the fence line with the sun at its back shining so brightly that its feathers look iridescent and flash sparks as it chirps and flicks its tail. A new day awakens and with it promise and hope and fresh possibilities.

As the sun kisses the grasses before me, a glistening delights my eyes…for connecting the grasses in a network of shimmering strands are thin threads of spider webs creating a glimmering netting among the grasses. From the slightest breath of breeze, these wisps shiver and reflect the light like strings of glittering diamonds. Thin threads of connection, so fragile, so tenuous, yet so strong. How long have they been there? Through what elements have they survived? Thunderstorms, strong winds, baking heat of the summer sun? So delicate and almost invisible they could be so easily trampled upon by animals or humans. Ah, thin threads of connection are so fragile. Threads of love, threads of hope, threads of faith, threads of friendship. How do they survive the elements of time, of distance, of change and circumstance? And, once a connection is broken, how does it ever re-connect? Or, was the thinnest of threads still connecting the two all along – fragile, delicate, almost invisible. Maybe those same elements of time and distance, change and circumstance can actually strengthen the bond of connection, thicken the threads of love, hope, faith and friendship. Some threads sparkle and reflect the light of their beauty more than others. Some reach greater distances and support the weight of other strands. Some are weak but have their own special glimmer just the same.

Spiders have toiled diligently to create this tapestry, and yet they have done what is instinctive and comes quite naturally to them. This is for food, for survival, for their very existence, their purpose for living. Do they even realize that by their daily existence they have created such a beauty that is a delight to the eyes? No, but God does. He provides the threads, the grasses, the promise of each new day. In Him is the hope in the possibilities. He blesses the sparkling strings of connection, the thin threads, each uniquely shimmering when touched by the sun.

Smooth as Glass Furniture

2009-07-21T11:37:00.004-05:00

A bit more about Rex White, Custom Furniture Designer and Craftsman:

Rex has always been interested in how things work, how things are constructed and the details that create quality craftsmanship. He has become best known in his furniture for his attention to detail and his “smooth as glass” finishes. Utilizing primarily hardwoods and the finest joinery techniques, Rex creates antique reproductions as well as contemporary works to suit his customers’ home décor and tastes. He has had his work published in Fine Woodworking, Design Book Three http://www.taunton.com/finewoodworking/, Metropolitan Home http://www.methomecollection.com/, Texas Highways http://www.texashighways.com/, Woodcraft Magazine http://www.woodcraftmagazine.com/ and Woodworker West http://www.woodwest.com/. He has been featured in furniture exhibitions at The Art Center in Waco, TX http://www.artcenterwaco.org/, Hamdy Fine Arts Gallery in Fredericksburg, TX, Gremillion & Co. Fine Art in both Austin and Houston, TX http://www.gremillion.com/, and currently at Artisans in Fredericksburg, TX http://www.artisansatrockyhill.com/. He has received numerous honors and awards at furniture shows including the “West Marin Woodworkers Show” in Point Reyes, CA, the “Central Texas Biennial Craft Competition” in Waco, TX, multiple years at the “Winedale Spring Festival Craft Show” in Round Top, TX, and multiple years at the “Texas Furniture Maker Show” in Kerrville, TX http://www.kacckerrville.com/texasfurnitureshow.html.

Weddings - Breathtaking!

2009-06-29T15:53:00.003-05:00

This past Saturday we attended the wedding of my nephew, Joseph Dolby to his sweetheart, Alisa Lim in Los Altos, CA. There is something wonderful about weddings when there is that certain sparkle in the faces of those to be married and smiles of pride and tears of joy on the faces of the families and friends who share in the blessed celebration of their union. It is a time to reflect upon the past and have hope in a bright future. There are moments that take our breath away - seeing the beautiful bride, the delight of the groom, the pride of the parents, the excitement of the friends and family. This poem was written at another very special wedding, but I share it in celebration of all wedding days and with joy in my heart for Joe and Alisa!

Breathtaking

Breathtaking, breath giving
Life taken, life given
A day of beauty, of new love risen.

A man and woman, two to one
Radiant, triumphant, the day has come
When love hands to love and nothing is lost
Expanded, included, the sign of the cross.

The face of an angel as joy fills the space
Thanksgiving, God’s glory, mercy and grace.
Hearts swelled with pride, days of patience and pain
Have been rewarded by beauty and love once again.

But the beauty is grander and not grasped by sight
And love beyond words, beyond stars, beyond light
Hearts do the talking when mere words fall shy
Heaven known in the moment, spirits soaring, souls cry.

Too much loving, too much giving, unworthy, unjust
Too much goodness, too much kindness, acceptance, trust
Such are the gifts showered down from above
On this day of pure beauty, life and true love.

Breathtaking.

Father's Day Remembrance

2009-06-19T13:29:00.003-05:00

Father's Day is Sunday. This is a significant day and a time to honor, celebrate and recognize the important role of our Fathers in our lives. Because Rex is not a Dad, his Dad died many years ago, and my Dad passed away four years ago, it is not a day when Rex and I will do much out of the ordinary. But I do pause, reflect and remember my wonderful Dad, George Magee Cunningham and the strong, positive influence he had on my life. I wrote the following poem shortly before he died. I love you Daddy. I miss you.

A Life Well Lived…beyond goodbye

A life well lived
So full of life, this man, this gift
A story to tell, a life to lift
A twinkle in his eye, a whimsy in his voice
A goodness, a greatness, he lived this life by choice.

A life well loved
So full of love, this man, for his wife
For his daughters, his friends, all touched by his life
Generosity of spirit, of his time, of his heart
A sensitivity, an admiration for achievement and art.

A life well laughed
So full of laughter, this man, full of joy
He delighted in jokes and pranks since a boy
He could tease, he could chuckle, he could tell a great story
He could warm your heart, and give God the glory.

A life well played
So full of play, this man, a zest for living
A fan of sport, endeavor and best-effort giving
Do your best, try your hardest, but enjoy the game
Share the moment, enjoy your teammates, that prize claim.

A life well given
So full of giving, this man, to all around him
To work, to community, for scout’s honor or to swim
Selfless gifts, humble sharing, he lifted others high
Such a blessing to have known him, to have loved him…beyond goodbye.

Sweet Dreams

2009-06-11T12:06:00.002-05:00

The Dream that Won’t Let Me Go

The dream
Its promise
Its beauty
The serenity in motion
The brightness and glory
The purity of love and
Devotion
The flight of the dove
The wings of a prayer
The sound of his voice
The wind in his hair
The butterfly kiss
The night’s sky aglow
All that I want and
All that I know

The dream that won’t let me go.

Younger

2009-06-03T10:28:00.002-05:00

Some days I feel very old. But most days, thankfully, I feel healthy, active, alert and thriving...until I look in the mirror! The mirror, if I believe the reflection, tells me a different story - one about the effects of sun, gravity, time and travail. My skin no longer reveals the soft smoothness and elasticity of youth. Instead, it is more of a road map with the bumps, rough spots and scars that tell the story of my life's journey. I remember, as a child, holding my mother's hand and examining its pores, veins, freckles and sun spots. As I look at my hands, I am reminded of my mother's. This is not a bad thing. There is wisdom, encouragement, soothing, and love in these hands, in the stories of this life, in the landscape of this soul. So, I can look at my reflection and smile. In that smile and in the sparkle of my eyes, the active, alert and thriving inner me shines out. Yes, the outer shell is covered with the barnacles (as my mom calls them) of my experiences in the sea of this life, but I am deeper, wiser, and more understanding for these experiences.

Younger

Objects in the mirror are
younger than they appear.
The reflection is a bit distorted
a bit dimmed and blurred.
No, it is not a true reflection of
the image, the beauty, the memory,
The heart, the soul, the spirit.
What was once there is still there.
But don’t look too close
at the flaws and blemishes.
They are merely the road map
to the inner adventure.
To the life that was, that is and is yet to be.

Look to the story beyond the reflection
To the wisdom and truth beyond the mirror.

The Desk

2009-05-27T15:54:00.002-05:00

A Desk can be a very personal thing. No two people will organize their desk space the same way. The X-brace Desk, below is beautiful in form and in function. The client who purchased this desk has it in a beautiful study as the central, focal point of the room. He has one stack of books on the desk, but otherwise the desktop space is clear to reveal the detailed in-lay and fine finish. Behind his chair is a wall of bookshelves upon which he keeps books, magazines, computer and other necessary items within easy reach. The Desk below is a "Warehouse" or "Stand-Up" Desk. No chair is needed, for this desk is designed to be used standing up. This style is particularly good for the person who does not desire a "desk job" - someone who is active and makes short stops at the desk to write a note, file something or sketch a quick drawing.

This Desk is called a "Ladies Writing Desk" and has simple, clean lines with leather inserts for a softer writing surface.

Most people buy a desk and figure out how to make it work for them. A custom-made desk can be created to your own specifications. The number of drawers, the type of surface, the size, the height can all be determined to meet the client's personal needs, desires and taste. Contact Rex to commission your personal space - your Desk.

Sitting on the Edge

2009-05-21T13:56:00.003-05:00

We are in graduation season! This is a time of changes, transitions and new beginnings. Such times are filled with tears as we say good-bye to things past yet also with joy and anticipation as we look to the hope and possibilities before us. We all face transitions throughout our lives. They may initially fill us with fear and anxiety or caution and hesitation. But if we look beyond ourselves and take the risk, we may just find the peace and fulfillment we seek.

SITTING ON THE EDGE

Sitting on the edge of life
I peer in
It looks deep
In fact, so deep I cannot see the bottom
If I slip, I could fall endlessly
But if I stay here, will I miss something
In the illusion of safety?

Sitting on the edge of life
I wonder
Others have been here before me
I have seen their footprints
But here I am in my own shoes
I can learn from others
But I must create my own path.

Sitting on the edge of life
I dive in
Why not?
What do I have to lose
But the illusion of control and safety?
And I find the water warm and welcoming
Soft and silky against my skin
And the depths are stunning
In their beauty and mystery.

Come on in! The water’s fine!

The River

2009-05-12T12:32:00.002-05:00

One of my favorite places to go in the summer is the Santa Cruz Mountains of California. My family has had a summer cabin there dating back to when my grandparents were young. The cabin sits along the San Lorenzo River that meanders through the mountains. The family cabin consists of mostly porches. It has a sleeping porch, a dining porch and a side porch. The most peaceful place in the world is the sleeping porch, listening to the babbling of the river below, looking up at the towering redwood trees, and feeling the coolness of the mountain air. Whenever I need a mental retreat, I can return there. I breathe in the freshness of the mountains and the clear water below. I can see the chipmunks and squirrels running along the tree branches. I am soothed by the ever-moving water flowing onward below me. Take a mental retreat now with this poem...my gift to you today...

THE RIVER

There are places in the river where the water pools and spins
Where the fish can cease their striving and rest their tired fins
A peaceful pool, attractive, it can pull and draw life in
To the stillness.

There are places in the river where it rushes over rocks
Where it gurgles and it babbles, flow is thwarted by roadblocks
But it is not complaining, these are joyful sounds, just talk
In the stillness.

There are places in the river where it is deep and wide
Where the current pulls and surges, strength and power in the ride
It pushes ever onward, urgency of moon and tide
Toward the stillness.

There are places in the river where sun’s halo is reflected
Where God mirrors nature’s splendor, His creation is perfected
Life that thrives below the surface, the calm exterior protected
Within the stillness.

The Chair

2009-05-05T15:18:00.004-05:00

The Chair

I shift in my chair
The weight of my own thoughts
Press uncomfortably
If I had a pillow behind my back
If I had a footstool to prop up my feet
If…I shift again
Distraction, yes…don’t think
That’s better
But is it?
No, move to a more comfortable chair
And begin again.

Awakening

2009-04-30T14:56:00.002-05:00

In honor of the end of National Poetry Month (April) and today, "Poem in your Pocket" Day, (www.poets.org) which suggests that you "select a poem that you love and carry it with you to share with co-workers, family and friends on April 30, 2009," I offer one for your pocket and sharing! Happy Poetry Month, Day, Life!

AWAKENING

Day awakening
Full moon’s glow reflects the promise of the day
The promise of the light, a promise in each ray
That stretch and yawn across the fields,
Across the dawn, a touch that yields
God’s kisses sparkling on the bay.

Life awakening
The blush on the cheek of the dawning sky
The brush of wings and a breathing sigh
As life blood flows and air expands
Into the soul, and from God’s hands
New birth is blessed and lifted high.

Love awakening
The heart beats a rhythm that reveals its desire
First a flutter then a rush, lift the spirits higher
Bright with goodness, burning deep
Warmth of friendship, flame to keep
The old flicker is now blazing, this God’s fire.

There is Beauty

2009-04-23T13:14:00.002-05:00

It is all too easy, if we listen to newscasts and read the newspaper, to focus on and see only the pain and suffering, the disasters and destruction, the hurt, disease and death in the world. But take a moment, take a deep breath...okay, take another one...and look out your window at the sky, at a tree, a flower or a bird. Take a moment to really see the beauty that is near you. I know I get caught up in the busy-ness of life, thoughts racing through my head, preoccupation with solving a problem or dwelling on some issue. I can drive (or bicycle) through the most beautiful countryside, but miss it because my mind is distracted elsewhere. Sometimes, the beauty that is near me, is a friend. It may be a smile, a wink, a hug, or a kind word spoken...just for me. That is beautiful. As Georgia O'Keeffe wrote, "Nobody sees a flower, really - it is so small - we haven't time, and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time." Take a moment. Take a deep breath. See the beauty that is near you. And then read on...

There is Beauty

There is beauty in the distance, up a rise, atop that hill.
I can see it if I focus, if I listen, if I’m still.
It is calling out a message, on the wind it calls to me.
But I’m distracted and confused, so much noise, I cannot see.

There is beauty across that meadow, with shades of green and gold, some brown.
There is a story in the shadows but they do not stay around.
The clouds a cover, blocking sun’s light, a quick glimpse and then it’s gone.
Illumination, inspiration, I will wait…light comes at dawn.

There is beauty right in front of me, blades of grass, wild flowers, bold trees.
They are not frightened, nor heartbroken by winds of change or forceful breeze.
They cut through it, wildly dancing, yet stand firm and hold their ground.
Life’s breath surrounds them and it fills them, makes them strong and free and sound.

There is beauty all around me, I can sense it on my skin.
With the lightness of a butterfly, it flutters, beckons, soul to win.
It touches me, but out of reach and it cannot be caught.
I can follow where it leads me with my heart, and step, and thought.

There is beauty in my heart, deep inside it dwells and glows.
I may not think I hear God speaking, but through nature His truth shows.
My anxious striving, frantic doing, won’t cease the longing, fill the void.
I must let go of all that holds me, seek but His glory and His joy.

Tools of the Trade

2009-04-21T10:43:00.003-05:00

For every vocation, whether it be in business, the arts or even sports, having the correct/quality tools of the trade are important. No doubt knowledge, through proper education and training, is a critical component in utilizing the tools effectively. One may have knowledge and skill (good tools in themselves), but in order to produce an end product, other tools may be needed. In business, interpersonal skill may be the key component. In a sport, quality equipment can make the difference. In the arts, creativity may require the right environment for the "juices" to flow, but also for the tools (hand tools and machines) to be quality and in good working order. If the tools of the trade are rusty or of poor quality, they can affect the mental attitude toward the task. As Stephen Covey says, it is important to continually "sharpen the saw" to maintain effectiveness.

The tools in Rex's workshop are myriad, varied and mind-boggling. He knows how to use each of them to achieve extraordinary results. He combines his knowledge and expertise with painstaking maintenance and skilled execution to produce those results. Come visit his shop sometime!

Artistry

2009-04-17T12:22:00.002-05:00

This morning, a strong thunderstorm blew through the Texas Hill Country challenging me on my drive to work! Heavy rain, strong winds and hail were included in the drama. I love the power in a thunderstorm. The phrase "the calm before the storm" is true before and after a storm. Right now, the winds are calm and the air is still. This is such a good reminder to the drama of life. Yes, the storms come and they are challenging when I am in the midst, but the calm returns and I can breathe deeply and easily once again. So, along the way, through the storms of life, I revel in the artistry of the drama in each day....

ARTISTRY

In the theater of this life,
there is no finer seat in the house
than my porch swing.

From here I watch the trees dance,
the deer run and jump,
the clouds paint beauty across the blue canvas.

The storm’s drama thunders,
keeping me on the edge of my seat.

The light and shadows on the living painting before me,
continue to transform the image
with highlights changing by the moment.

The symphony of birds’ songs are
underscored by the whistle of the wind
and the buzz of the bees,
the vibrations of the cicadas.

This drama touches my heart,
this orchestra moves my spirit,
this artistry humbles my soul.

Publicity

2009-04-15T09:58:00.004-05:00

Publicity for a small business can be a very good thing and it can be exciting to see your name in print! Publicity, however, may not always net as much business as one would hope. The type of publicity, in what publications, how widely the publication is distributed, whether there are photographs or not, and the accuracy of the information included can all contribute to the outcome. Rex and/or his furniture have appeared in several publications, two more recent and notable, http://www.texashighways.com/ January 2004 issue and Metropolitan Home magazine, March 2003 issue, are shown here. I particularly like the one with Rex holding his rocking chair over his head! Take a look!

Anointed

2009-04-13T09:29:00.001-05:00

...and Easter arrives...in our hearts and in our lives...

Anointed

The Water
It is deep, I dive in, I feel it smooth across my skin.
It is cleansing, I am washed, as my pores drink it in.
It is cool, it refreshes, it awakens, I feel alive.
I am baptized by the Spirit, scrubbed and new I am revived.

The Blood
It is life, it is pumped, it is coursing through my veins.
It is cleansing to my heart and it washes all my stains.
It is warm, it purifies, it is given out of love.
I am sanctified by its shedding and am raised with Him above.

The Bread
It is strength, it is substance, it is the body giv’n for me.
It brings fullness and a wholeness more than the eye can see.
It is unleavened, yet is raised, it is broken, it is shared.
I take it in my mouth, yet my soul is what is spared.

The Oil
It is from a vessel poured, it is a seal upon my head.
It is rubbed as an ointment, from it new light is shed.
I am set apart as holy, consecrated and appointed.
I am dedicated, devoted, by His love I am anointed.

Love, Resurrected

2009-04-10T09:50:00.002-05:00

Good Friday. A day of reflection and remembrance. A day of repentance and hope for renewal. A day when we see death, observe love in action and wait for the promise of resurrection. Like the darkness of night, when all the lights have gone out, we believe that the Son will rise and a new day will dawn in each of our hearts.

Love, Resurrected

Oh God, my God, why have I forsaken you?
I’ve rejected you, ignored you, tried to hide from your view,
Hardened heart, selfishness, willfulness, and separation,
Distraction, avoidance, yet I seek reparation.

You loved me, I spurned you, I took a different path
Love persisted and waited, though I deserved your wrath.
Tortured and twisted, you were nailed to a cross,
Sacrifice and pain, life-blood poured, oh the loss.

Lamb of God, loving Shepherd, looked for me, called my name.
Though I wandered, lost and weary, full of sorrow, full of shame.
You still love me? But, I left you, an unrepentant, prideful soul
Yes you love me, never left me, filled the void and made me whole.

Such a love, I can’t explain it, but I thankfully embrace
I turn away from all that kept me from your mercy, from your grace.
I reach out for you, now this longing, as I know you fill my heart
With your truth and your goodness, peace and presence now impart.

The nails pierced flesh and held your body, limp and sagging on a tree
The temple torn and ripped asunder, but your spirit was set free.
No longer mortal, skin and bones, there is no vessel to contain
The abundance of your love and mercy, no human reason can explain.

Love so amazing, so divine, height and breadth and running deep,
I was lost and yet you found me; I needed you, my soul to keep.
Your life you gave, for me, for all; restored, renewed, perfected,
I am reborn, new life is mine, because of your love, resurrected.

Pray In Me

2009-04-07T07:14:00.004-05:00

There are certain dates in the year that hold significance for each of us. Birthdays, wedding anniversaries, celebrations of "firsts," or dates of significant losses. This date holds a particular, poignant significance for me. The experiences that trigger the importance of certain dates usually have to do with the people in our lives who are close, meaningful or have impacted our lives in some way. Our hearts are moved, our souls are touched, strong emotions well up inside. Sometimes of great joy, sometimes great sorrow. Remembrances of the people and the experiences that have changed us, molded us, in some way, deeply. God moves within, touches our very soul and speaks...

PRAY IN ME

The afternoon sighed…its warm breath across my face.
Day-worn heat released, giving way to the fresh inhalation of evening breezes.
The sigh, too deep for words, caught me in its arms between heartbeats.
I heard its whisper of truth and its promise of newness.
I was at once embraced and yet airborne with the power and grace of eagle’s wings.
Life’s prayer consumed me with a sweetness – like sugar dissolving on my tongue.
The intimate indwelling of this divinely passionate presence, tearfully
Softened the callused and weather-beaten landscape of my soul.
In the midst of living, came the illumination of the darkness.
Penetrating, healing, transforming…the loving pulse of the unceasing prayer within.
Ah yes, Lord, pray in me.

More Artistry in Wood

2009-04-06T13:09:00.003-05:00

Enjoy some additional photos of Rex's artistry in wood! Below is a Chest of Drawers made of Walnut. Notice the beautiful grain pattern of the drawer fronts. These photos show Rex's attention to detail on the back of the chest of drawers and the dove tail joinery on the drawers themselves.

And...a lovely cherry bench...I think I may ask Rex to build another one of these for me, so I can keep it! :)

Home to Me

2009-04-04T11:55:00.002-05:00

I received an e-mail from the James Avery Jewelry ( www.jamesavery.com ) website the other day with an announcement of a writing contest on the topic of "Stories of a Mother's Love" in honor of Mother's Day next month. At the urging of a co-worker, I submitted a poem to the contest that I wrote for my Mother's 80th birthday. I am so blessed by my Mom and love to reflect back on all the years of her love and sacrifice for me, for my sisters and for my Dad. I am a very lucky girl. So, although Mother's Day is over a month away, take some time today to reflect upon and appreciate your own mother. You wouldn't be here without her!

(And, if you like this poem and want to "vote" for it in the contest, you can go to the website address above. There are MANY wonderful submissions that you may want to read - or even submit your own. Should you want to vote for mine, you will find it about eleven pages from the last...there were 32 pages last I looked...and growing...and was submitted on April 2. The title is "Home to Me.") I love you Mom!

Home to Me

I run into your arms
As fast as my little legs can take me.
You hug me tight
I hug you tight
I smell your hair, your skin
They are home to me.

You have a look you give
Sometimes out of nowhere
For no reason I can see.
But you smile, your eyes twinkle
And tear and look at me with
Pride and affection.
Your hand reaches out, squeezes mine.
I return the look, the squeeze
For you are home to me.

Your words are powerful
They stand the test of time.
They reverberate and echo
In the chambers of my mind.
Words of correction, of encouragement
Sometimes reprimand, but always love.
I listen and eventually hear
For your voice is home to me.

My mother’s hug, her smell, her touch, her words, her love
will always be home to me.

Artistry in Wood

2009-04-01T17:36:00.002-05:00

It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. Below are some photos of some of Rex's furniture. I think you will agree that they speak volumes about the quality, beauty and attention to detail of Rex's work. Enjoy!

Spring Drive in Texas

2009-03-30T15:35:00.003-05:00

Spring not only reminds us that life sprouts, blossoms and blooms from the seemingly dead, desolate and dry earth, but that love, too, seems to be renewed this time of year. Many equate Spring with new love. The fresh green leaves, brought alive from the Spring rains and bright sunshine, make the heart glad, flutter and skip a beat. Spring comes a little earlier in Texas than in other parts of the world, so I share this poem about a Spring Drive in Texas. Though I wrote this poem a few years ago, it was inspired by a drive from Fredericksburg, Texas to Fort Worth. I made the same drive this past weekend and this poem came to mind. May the word pictures make your heart glad and may love be renewed in your heart.

Spring Drive in Texas

Sea of green, waves of blue
Rocks of red and purple hue
Fields of gold, and dreams of you.

Trees cast shadows but never doubt
They shelter, shade and wave about
Love fresh, in blossom, as new leaves sprout.

A breath, a breeze, a gale, a gust
Windmills spin and squeak from rust
Spring blows in and with it, trust.

Clouds of cotton dot the sky
Birds uplifted glide and fly
My spirit soars and you are why.

By Design

2009-03-27T10:29:00.002-05:00

How intentional are you about the furniture you live with, live on, live around? Are most of your furniture pieces hand-me-downs from Parents, Grandparents or friends? These could be wonderful, well-made antiques, or they may just be old! What does your furniture say about you, your style, your personality? Do you like the message? Does it say anything at all? And, how does it make you feel? Welcomed? At home? Warm? Or, cold and removed?

When you have furniture designed and made just for you, it can add that personal touch or style, tie together the randomness of other pieces, bring comfort or warmth that may have been lacking, or just add a practical functionality that you have needed. Whether it is a Dining Table and set of chairs, a hall table in your home's entry way, or that Bed that you have always dreamed of, the design, style, construction, wood color, finish are all important elements to the desired end result.

When a client contacts Rex about a piece of furniture, the design process starts immediately as Rex formulates a mental vision of the piece and considers its function and construction. He will discuss the style desired, what will fit within a space or fit in with other pieces. He will discuss types and natural colors of wood. The wood and other materials are selected. Will there be accents of brass, stone, leather or glass? These details move the process further along the design path. Photos showing lines, shapes or colors that are pleasing to the client help to shape the initial drawing of the piece. Additional drawings will be produced to refine the details until the drawing represents the desired end product in form and function. A bid can then be produced based upon all of the elements that will be included in the custom piece.

Are you ready for Rex to design and build a piece of furniture for you now? Contact him through this site, or through his website, www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com !

Keep Breathing

2009-03-25T11:05:00.002-05:00

Perhaps it is my age. It seems that in my own family, and in the families of many near and dear friends, parents, siblings or close friends are dying. This is the most natural thing in the world and it will happen to each of us one day soon or possibly later. The more people I know who die, the more I am aware of my own mortality.

Spring is a wonderful reminder to us, every year, that something is born out of every death. In the Winter months, when the trees are bare, the ground is brown and the skies are gray, it seems as though everything is in hibernation, sleeping, holding its breath. In the seasons before, as seeds drop or are blown and scattered, they come to rest in the soil. Waiting. The rains come, the sun shines and the seeds wake up and sprout. New life is awakened. All the earth takes a deep breath and feels alive once again. It is the most natural thing in the world.

Life continues. Babies are born. Healing happens. Grace, acceptance, forgiveness, appreciation, faith. I am where I am supposed to be. I learn from each life that touches mine. God has awakened me. I keep breathing...

Keep Breathing

As long as I have breath, keep breathing
Until life ends, and end it will
Keep breathing
Breathe in death, for clarity
Breathe in pain, for understanding
Breathe in beauty, for humility
Breathe in joy, with appreciation
Breathe in love, to complete your soul
Breathe it all in, until breath no more
Breathe in now, feel it fill your lungs
For as long as I have breath
Keep breathing.

Furniture Philosophy

2009-03-23T11:17:00.003-05:00

Rex's first experience at building was in rural Alabama doing barn raising and house repair. His hands-on interest and skill were further developed at the University of Alabama where he received his Bachelor's degree in Civil Engineering, served as an officer in the Army Corps of Engineers and then as a Manufacturing Engineer for Corning Glass Works. Rex then attended the Wendell Castle Workshop, school for furniture making and design in Scottsville, NY.

From this background, Rex developed his philosophy about building furniture:
"When I think about building a piece of furniture, there are several things that are foremost in my mind. First, as a piece of furniture, it must fulfill it's design function (ie. a chair must be comfortable and stable). Second, the best construction methods should be used so that there will be many years/generations of trouble-free use. Third, since the largest part of the cost of building a piece of furniture is the labor, it is wise to get the most out of that cost by using only the best materials and hardware. Lastly, I give the same attention to detail to the bottom, back and inside of a piece as I do to the easily viewed/touched surfaces. Based upon my background and training, the first things I focus on are the function of the piece and how to build it. Almost without exception, all of my commissions have been designed around a function. Be it a desk, a bed, a bookcase, or a fireplace mantel, the client has always come to me to fill a need. Based upon the function of the piece, I then determine the best construction and joinery methods for the piece - mortise and tenon, dovetails or frame and panel - whichever joinery will allow for wood movement and provide the strength and durability needed for the use of the piece."

Dance

2009-03-18T14:56:00.003-05:00

Over this past weekend, I had the wonderful opportunity of going to Houston to see one of my two professional ballet dancing nieces, Elise Judson, dance in the Houston Ballet Company performance entitled "Masters of Movement." It was a wonderful combination of three compositions, The Leaves are Fading, a lovely lyrical piece by choreographer Antony Tudor; The Vertiginous Thrill of Exactitude, a fast spinning and energetic selection by choreographer Forsythe; and, Soldier's Mass, a moving and poignant dance, performed by all men, by choreographer Jiri Kylian. Each selection was masterfully and beautifully danced, speaking a message to and "moving" each individual audience participant. These choreographers and dancers were truly "masters of movement!"

Dancing is a wonderful means of expressing mood, emotion, story, metaphor, energy, life. And, just as dancing expresses life, life itself is a dance. Each person responds personally and individually with their own dance. The question is, will you dance? As Lee Ann Womack says in her song, "I hope you dance."

Dance

I am standing in the middle of a large dance floor.
I am alone.
I am waiting.
For what?
For the music to start?
For my dance partner to return?
For my body to start moving?
For someone, or something to tell me to start dancing?

The music is there, I can hear it, always.
My dance partner is in me, in my heart.
My body knows the steps, the movements.
God has breathed the inspiration.

The dance has already started.
So dance!
Others may join in
Or I may dance alone.
But at anytime, and in any place
The dance is.
So dance.

The Ocean of You

2009-03-13T10:08:00.003-05:00

One of the most beautiful places on earth is the Gulf Coast of Florida, often called the "Emerald Coast." This is the Destin, Fort Walton Beach area. Growing up in California, I was not familiar with this area until I married Rex, who is from Alabama. Everyone in Alabama knows about the Emerald Coast. This was Rex's sister Linda's favorite place in the world. It is a slice of heaven. Sugar white sand beaches, clear and brilliant turquoise water, bright sunshine, stunning. It is one of America's best kept secrets. I have been to the Caribbean and it has nothing over the Emerald Coast in the beauty department. Linda always wanted to retire there. And, it will be her final resting place. At her memorial service yesterday, one of my poem's was read in honor of her:

THE OCEAN OF YOU

I will let go, I am ready
For I know the direction I am heading
All of my rivers flow into the ocean of you.

I may drift, I may flounder
But the current will urge me onward
The moon and stars will lead me, into the ocean of you.

If I try to cling or push, impatient
I'll miss the glory of the ride
Over rocks, through twists and turns, into the ocean of you.

The salt of my tears, of my sweat
Make me but thirst for your cool refreshment
Draw my heart and soul, into the ocean of you.

I will let go, I am ready
I know where my life is heading
All of my rivers flow into the ocean of you.

Custom Furniture - FAQs

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How do I commission a piece of custom-made furniture?

Review his website, making notes of things you like, ie: color/type of wood, shape/style of piece, any size constraints based on your particular location.
Contact Rex either via e-mail - rexwhite@rexwhitecustomfurniture.com or phone 830-997-2873 or 830-456-6658 and describe your desired piece of furniture.
Rex will communicate with you regarding your piece, its design, specifications, shipping, total cost and scheduling.
You decide to commission a piece and send a deposit to get the work started.

How do I know what type of wood I want?

Rex can help you with this by sending small samples of the wood types you think you'd like. His hand-finished surfaces bring out the superb natural beauty of the wood. So it is best to select a wood for it's natural color as opposed to staining it another color.

What if I know exactly what I want made because I've seen it in a picture, in a magazine, in a museum, or in someone's home?

Great! Rex can replicate your desired piece from your photograph and can even suggest modifications to suit your particular lifestyle or home.

How long does it take to make a piece of custom furniture?

That depends upon when you order your work, how complicated the design, and how many other pieces are in the queue before you. You can keep track of your piece's progress via e-mail.

How much will it cost?

The cost for custom furniture includes the cost of the materials, the design negotiations, the hand labor and personal attention to the details of your piece, and the distance it must be shipped/installed. Custom furniture is functional art. Expect to pay more than you would from a retail store.

Let us hear from you! Have Rex build you the special bed, dining table and chairs, desk or rocking chair that you have always wanted!

The Gift

2009-03-11T09:17:00.003-05:00

Rex's sister, Linda Payne, died yesterday after surviving several years following a heart transplant. Such losses cause us to pause and to reflect upon the gift of life and the promise of what will come after this life. I know that though the broken shell of the body has fallen away, that the spirit continues to live in us and around us. Today, I share with you The Gift.

The Gift

In the midst of sadness and solitude, God came to me and revealed to me an image…of hope, of joy, of love, of fulfillment…the image of a gift…a gift of His own choosing, given freely, but in His time.

God has prepared this incredible gift. It is all wrapped in a beautiful box, covered with shining silver wrapping that glows and reflects sparks, flashing in His light. The gift is tied together with the softest loops and folds of a bright green satin ribbon…as green as the freshest Irish meadow, like flowing green waves as far as the eye can see.

This gift is such a delight to all my senses that it draws me forward, hands reaching, heart longing, soul aching. Yet God holds this gift just out of reach…like the most dazzling of gifts tempting the eyes under the Christmas tree, I must wait expectantly for the right time – for Christmas morning – it is not yet time to unwrap this gift.

What God does, however, is to draw me yet closer to Him and, through His eyes, gives me a peek inside the box. In fact, as He opens the lid ever so slightly, out flows the spirit of the gift – swirling around me, wrapping its arms about me and filling me with it’s light. I have sensations of goodness, of warmth, of safety and security, of truth, of the most complete love and, for the briefest of moments, I feel whole, my life makes sense, my soul connected. But, this is just a glimpse. I cannot hold onto this breath, this wind that has touched my skin, my face, my heart, my core. Although it brings me life and at once takes my breath away, it is now but a promise, a faith, a trust and, as much as I want to, I cannot hold onto this gift. Not yet.

God says I must wait. He is not teasing me, He is not cruel…quite the contrary. He wants me to know how very much He loves me. I am His beloved. He wants me to love the Giver of the gift more than the gift itself. Yet, He wants me to know the promise of the gift, what is in store for me, and prepare me for that most glorious of moments. On that bright Christmas morning, when the lights bring life to the Christmas tree, the sparks fly and crackle in the fireplace, the aromas of coffee and baking waft from the kitchen, He will finally say, “It is now time to unwrap the gift, taste the sweetness, drink in the goodness. And it will be indescribably delicious. For this is my gift to you, my Beloved, my faithful, my patient child.”

So I will wait. So precious a gift. So worth the wait.

Tales about Rex

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Rex began working with wood in 1981, training for two years under Wendell Castle in Scottsville, New York. He then worked under cabinetmaker, Boris Wulf and designer/craftsman, C. Stuart Welch in California before moving to Fredericksburg, Texas in 1986 to open his own custom furniture business. Rex has received regional and national attention for his craftsmanship and individual styling, winning "Best in Show" among other awards in the Texas Furniture Makers Show in Kerrville, Texas over the past few years. He has had articles featuring his work in Woodcraft Magazine (July 2005), Woodworker West (March 2005), Texas Highways Magazine (January 2004), and Metropolitan Home (March 2003). Rex's furniture can be seen at Artisans at Rocky Hill gallery in Fredericksburg, Texas and at Gremillion and Company gallery in Houston, Texas and by appointment (830-456-6658) at his Fredericksburg, Texas workshop.

If you have a question about furniture building, types of wood, furniture repair, joinery, or anything else regarding furniture craftsmanship, please post a question on this Blog!

A Hatchling

2009-03-09T13:48:00.002-05:00

Welcome!
This is the birth of our new blog, "White Dove Tales." This is a dual play on words as this is a dual blog! In this blog, there will be posts from Rex White, an established professional Furniture Designer/Builder (hence, dove "tails" - a common form of joinery in his creations) and Mary Lou Cunningham White, a budding writer/poet, who seeks to bring a sense of peace and connection through her writing (dove "tales.") Here we combine our talents and share them with you! Whatever your artistic interests, you may find something of inspiration or resonance here. For more on Rex's work, visit http://www.rexwhitecustomfurniture.com/

We start with a poem. This was my (Mary Lou) first poem, written a few years ago and aptly named (for this blog), The Dove.

The Dove

The flutter in my heart, I stop…then start
To realize the life, the breath, the gift, the part
You play in my day, my night,
My air, my flight
Uplifted…Peace.

The brush of the wind, I hear you in
My head, starts to spin, on my face…a grin
The memories, the laughter,
The giggles, then after
Uplifted…Peace.

The song in my soul, I listen…the roll
Of thunder, the power, the depth, the shower
Of blessings, shake my world,
Break the sky, love unfurled
Uplifted…Peace.

The whisper of prayers, I am stirred…He cares
About us, about pain, through the rain, He dares
To open me, open you,
Soar within, Spirit true,
Uplifted…Peace.

The rustle of wings, I rise up…heart sings
About you, about Him, about joy, about things
Too wonderful, this love,
Breathless life, your dove,
Uplifted…Peace.

We wish you peace this day.