A colleague of mine once remarked that she could feel the cobwebs of her mind clear anytime she looked at a good piece of art.

The same happens for me whenever I see quality craft, be that in an effortless seeming dance, a fountain pen’s glide across paper, or the flavors of a fine meal.

Perhaps for wandering minds in particular, the quiet magic of mastery and meaningful work offers not only inspiration, but nourishment.

We can find craft anywhere. But I...