Welcome to Ra’s Spiral Path
The Website of Sarah J Batchelder
Writer < Weaver > Storyteller

Writer, Weaver, and Storyteller
Weaving words and wisdom
Intuitive Tapestry Weaver
I can keep big pictures and stories in mind, while refining details.
Lifelong Learner
As a mother of a tween, educational specialist, and former children’s librarian, I strive to make learning fun.
Copy Editor and Writer
Words matter. And how they are presented matters as well.
Solution Oriented DIY’er
I practice by doing and experimenting and accept failure as a part of the learning process.
Maker of Quirky Items
I find joy in the strange and weird. Do you too? I now have a POD store.
Brewer, Gardener, Hiker
I reclaim ancient knowledge, spaces, and ways to connect with previously hidden ancestral paths.
Writer
I have written in many types of formats – academic, informational, and fictional. I once wrote a rhyming play about the summer reading program where I worked and performed it with a coworker and puppets to an elementary school. The kids loved it.
My portfolio can be found here.
Weaver
I primarily weave tapestries and baskets made from discarded wires and often use repurposed items and upcycled textiles in my work. I am also learning how to use other types of looms – rigid heddle, inkle, and a Swedish counterbalance floor loom.
Moon Views
- Woven in 2023 in Jamesport, NY
- My first completed circular weaving
- Selected for a group exhibition in 2025


Ancestors Calling
- An experimental pulled warp tapestry
- My weaving almost always include repurposed materials.
- I honor my planet and her life forms in the materials I choose to work with.

Sylvia Snake
- A pulled warp tapestry woven in three parts – head, middle, and tail.
- Sylvia is a Sonoran Mountain Kingsnake.
- Her retractable tongue is made from cable wire.
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Moving On
Oh, you.When the going gets tough,You get going.Your son had a dream recentlyThat you deserted himWhen Darth Vader showed up.You project your worst fears onto others Like only a colonizer can.I see youIn a way that youDon’t seeYourselfI know that I can’t count on you.You have made that abundantly clear.So stay away, if you can’t…
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Mistakes Were Made
The very first weaving I made on my tapestry loom was a free form piece I have hanging above my bed. It was mostly an experimentation of fibers and getting a feel for weaving. I intentionally chose fibers of various thicknesses just to see how they would go together knowing that others would likely find…
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Transitions
Woo hoo! After an unsuccessful attempt at setting up an Etsy store, I now have a store on Shopify. I have three products listed and hope to add some more next week. The last month and a half has been a bit of a whirlwind with leaving the library, sickness, holidays, back strain, and so…
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Warrior Princess: the Story of Khutulun
by Sally Deng This picture book biography about the story of Khutulun is amazing. I truly love the art showing Khutulun wrestling with her brothers and other warriors. The horses and riders seem to flow along the pages and I would have been thrilled to have seen this book when I was a child.
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Finding a flow and not going nuts….
It’s been a workday, that’s for sure. It’s the first day back at school for my son after being off for two weeks. And it’s the first day I dove into business operations in 2023. I may be learning website building and tweaking, but nothing reeks of business more than sales.
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Moving into the Light
Happy Solstice! The original winter holiday. Also Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Joyous Kwanzaa! I am so looking forward to saying goodbye to 2022.
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Early “retirement”
It was bittersweet to receive this lovely card from one of the admin departments last week for hitting 15 years with my organization. Three of those years were as an intermittent librarian, as I also worked at the Arizona Health Sciences Library as an information associate while going to school. When I finally got the…
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In the middle of the night
I woke to the sounds of laughter and screaming.A group of raucous teenagers walking down the road?NoA pack of coyotes was singing in front of the house.I popped out of bedWith a joyous heartHoping to catch a glimpse of themFrom the window.My nervous dog followedAnd I didn’t want her barking.Cautiously, I peered out the windowBut…


