This is the part I love. I mean, I've loved many parts of this process, but this is pure fun. Rubbing natural wax into white oak wood--lots of wax and lots of wood. I have always loved working with wood, the feel of it under my hands, the grain, the texture, the color. I no longer tolerate the scent of conifers, no pine or fir, cedar or redwood, but this beautiful, smooth white oak doesn't trigger any reaction at all. I am using cotton diapers, my favorite dishcloth, to rub Bioshield's Patina Wax into the pale wood, watching it turn just a shade darker, in a way that makes the lines of the grain emerge and speak. It's poetry.
Each day when I stop by the trailer, I see new pieces of cabinetry assembled and mounted. The home I have been dreaming of for so long is coming to live before my eyes. More wax just came in. I can't wait to go back in the morning and go back to caressing wood.
Aurora Levins Morales is a chronically ill and disabled writer, historian, visual artist, and activist