Mel’s Story

I don’t know why wood came into my life. It just did, and I followed it.

Before the workshop, there was grief. I lost Cyder, my horse and companion of 32 years. I was completely undone by it. Ours was a relationship that went far beyond the ordinary bond between a person and an animal. Losing her left a silence that I didn’t know how to fill.

The wood arrived in that space. And it has never left.

Now my workshop is where my horses used to live. The same space that once held hay and warmth now holds wood – pieces of trees that were once living things, each one carrying the energy of what it was.

There is always a stillness in the workshop before anything begins. I choose each piece for its energy, its feel, its meaning. What it wants to become, it becomes. When a piece is finished it is smoke-cleansed and blessed before it leaves. The intention travels with it.

The wood carries its own energy. I am here to honour that – and let it find its way to whoever it’s meant for.

I can’t make things to order – the wood asks for time that can’t be rushed. But if something is meant for you, it will find its way to you.

That is Lux. That has always been Lux.