01/24/2026
THE BARN CLOTH ~ Let’s take a closer look at what a barn cloth holds…
Every farmer and shepherd has one. That one garment you wear to and from that place which holds your heart, and your breath, on every trip.
Mine is a once dark burgundy zippered hoodie now faded dull from countless washes.
The arms have cradled the head of laboring does and sleeping kids. It has been marked with birthing fluids as newborn kids are held and welcomed into the quiet dimness of a new world.
It gets moistened with saliva as I’m pickpocketed for the animal cookies I always carry, along with my own tears from the sadness and grief of loss. Blessed with spilt milk from rodeos of teaching the first-time milkers what the milk stand stands for.
I noticed tiny holes in the back hem, shoulders, and front where one or more has chewed, vying for my attention. I’ve recently noticed thumb holes torn into the cuffs – I guess I did that trying to keep my hands warm while still being able to use my thumbs. The hoodie lost its string years ago, deemed a non-safe chew toy unable to withstand the sharp back teeth of a goat.
There are threads now that mark the times when a life was hanging by one while working to get back on the right side again. Prayers are held in its fabric tight - along with my whispered breath of thanks.
Milk, saliva, dirt, p**p, blood, sweat, and tears all come out in the wash. But no amount of detergent and water can erase the invisible things it holds: Hours of countless kisses, hugs, baby kids held wrapped up for a nap, generations of love…infinite memories of those I’ve helped cross the rainbow bridge.
This hoodie will never be thrown away nor burned or trashed…It is a cherished cloak. My barn cloth is as old as our goat herd, and it will be buried at the end of the row when our last goat passes; you see, it was a huge part of their lives as well. For when that time comes, I hope it brought as much comfort to them as it did for me.