i am a Weem Adrift. And, by some miracle of grace, i am no longer adrift. The Rabbit Room has been a home to me for the last five years—a solid, real home where i belong, a home that isn’t going anywhere, a community that, although it began online and much of our interaction throughout the year is online, is teaching me how to live an embodied life in the world. i’m not homeless anymore.
The Rabbit Room began as an experiment in community and over the last decade has grown to include a publishing house, a host of local events, an online store, and an annual four-day feast. Their staff labor all week, all year, in a 130-year-old farmhouse with falling-down ceilings, faulty plumbing, and no insulation, and in those hard circumstances they birth beauty into the world. i, a Weem Adrift, am a small sign of that beauty, and Weem Adrift Publishing is as well.
i have big hopes for 2019, and so does the Rabbit Room. One of my goals is to learn and grow as a publisher. i want to learn new bookbinding methods, and typesetting, and book promotion. One of the Rabbit Room’s goals is to turn that old falling-down farmhouse into a physical space that can support the good work they’re doing and the community they’re creating. i want to help them make that hope, that home, a reality.
Last week i learned two new bookbinding techniques—sewn boards binding, and cloth covers—and yesterday i had a marvelous idea. What if you loved the Rabbit Room, too, and what if i got to make a billion of these tiny cloth-covered journals as thank-you gifts?
So here’s my plan: Everyone who donates* at least $20 to the Rabbit Room’s North Wind Manor fund before the end of the year gets a journal. There are a lot of fabrics out there, and a lot of us. Let’s build something beautiful.
*To claim your handmade journal, send your donation receipt to orders at weemadrift dot com or tag me on social media.