Field to Shroud

What Will Be...Will Be.

The weaving is complete, and tonight the shroud makes its home with me. I met Melanie earlier today to receive it from her generous...

Solitude, Stillness & Silence

It’s challenging to weave in 30 degree temperatures, but I am doing it, calling on the homesteading ancestors of Southern Appalachia to...

Deliberate Imperfection

I created a foot of shroud cloth today, weaving for my very first time. Melanie Wilder has set the loom up on the porch at Warren Wilson...

The Warp and Weft

Yesterday we processed the remainder of the flax needed to make my shroud. The first of three panels woven by Melanie’s students at...

Harvest Time

With a wiggle and a tug, my flax plants came out of the ground. Heavy-headed with seeds, Melanie and I gathered stalks until our hands...

The Life Cycle of Justice

I had no idea, truly, that flax is so beautiful. I am standing at one end of a 33 x 3 foot row of it, and its sky blue flowers are...

Cloth and Covid

Cloth, Melanie Wilder notes, is the first and last thing to touch our skin as we enter and leave this world. A blanket swaddles us upon...

In The Beginning was a Seed

As they flew from my hand and made contact with the air, I considered their future, which is to become my winding sheet...