Worldwide Myopia

So fellow travelers, I am headed up to Lake Ontario for a quick weekend of camping with a good friend.  The two of us camp together several times each season.  This is unusually late in the summer for us to meet at the campfire, but Life happens.  No time like the present, now is all we have and I need a little friendship Zen.

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I leave you with a link to a post by a very talented writer. Shelby Edwards has a deep and diverse skill set which places her in some truly unique settings.  Her blog is one I thoroughly enjoy.  I think my readers will too.  Here is Worldwide Myopia

 

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

 

 

Gathering snipets

So fellow travelers, I have downloaded the five hundred plus photos from our west coast adventure.  I “should” be completing the blog series from my journal notes.  Instead I find myself weaving a different thread of writing this morning. And I am ok with this.

A while ago I discovered a secret.  The choice to stop “shoulding” on oneself is a major step on the path of stress reduction.  Indeed all the things on my “should” list are  right there waiting when I get back from chasing a bird sighting if a “rare Bird Alert” pops up in my messages or I dash off with my camera to capture the dramatic light of a passing storm. I no longer sneak  out when a call for extra dog walkers pings on my phone.  I head out the door with a cheerful “Going to the rescue, back later!”

One of  my Farm Friends, as I call the fabulous souls I have met through the Bedlam Farm creative group, wrote an inspiring piece about reconnecting with her creative spirit.  Lesleigh Ann Schafer’s blog is an inspiring example of what Warriors for the Light create when they refuse to give in to darkness. And as so often happens, her post generated a creative ripple and this Haiku was born.

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Gathering Moments

Brief snippets of time

Precious threads woven into

Life’s grand tapestry

 

Photo note: My amazing daughter Emma  capturing a moment at Cannon Beach, Oregon, July 2014.

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

 

 

Pulling Joy from Memory

So fellow travelers, we all need safe havens, spaces of respite where we retreat, knowing what we find there will soothe, uplift and even strength our spirits to continue on this journey. I am grateful to have the Bedlam Farm Creative group page as an online haven for creativity and encouragement. A visit to “The Farm,” as many of my fellow members call it, is sure to bring inspiration, smiles and yes tears of both joy and healing.  I am in awe of the members who write with focus, insight and even humor about the challenges they face from caring for aging parents, coping with cancer, dealing with rehab from addiction and inevitably experiencing the death of loved ones. The ability to find positive elements in the darkest of times is perhaps the greatest form of creativity.  Finding and encouraging Light is what life on “The Farm” is all about.

A recent post from a new contributor is an example of the ripple effect which often results from this process.

She wrote : “There are times when my animals lift my spirits so much more than the humans around me.”  She went on to share how the animals she and her husband loved were helping her cope with his recent death.  She shared a picture of one of their sheep, who she said seems to be laughing at their antics to contain her.

As I read the comments welcoming her contribution, enjoying the wonderful photo of the laughing sheep and supporting her journey to heal, not once was an obligatory “sorry for your loss,”  deemed necessary. There are deeper ways to connect with one another in times of sorrow, ways which expand on the hope expressed in her post.  For me, it created a haiku, which I offer here along with her original photo ( reprinted with permission).  Another ripple of light in the sea of life.

 

 

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Moment of laughter

Pulling  joy from memory

Healing hearts with love.

 

 

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

Longing to Return

So, fellow travelers, for the past two weeks I have been awake in an amazing dream called Portland.  During this period I only had access to media through my phone.  I kept notes by journaling and posting phone shots on my Facebook Wall. For the next few days, in between laundry, a mountainous backlog of mail and reclaiming the garden and pond from weeds and algae respectively, I will be sorting through over 500 camera shots and writing about the trip.  For now, I am left with the haunting feeling something profoundly life changing has happened.

True to a Japanese book, let me start at the other end.

 

Haiku for Takara and Joe

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Sun sets mountains glow

Adventure comes to an end

Love says we’ll return

 

 

More to come….

 

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

 

 

Sunrise in a Tent

So fellow travelers, having just returned from a rather damp camping trip I am unpacking and  drying our gear even as we prepare for a two week excursion out to the West Coast.  So little time, so much to post.   One quick  haiku for now

 

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Sunrise in a tent
clash of night time storms has passed
morning bluebird sings

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Photo note: taken with my phone camera, edited a bit in Photoshop to reduce the linear effect of the tent’s screen top and highlight the glow of the rising sun.

Warriors for Light : Morning with a Rose

So, fellow travelers, another theme running through the Bedlam Creative Group Page is called Warriors for Light.  Our mentor, Jon Katz refers to his process of photography as “chasing the light.”   In support of  Jon during his recent bypass surgery, we followed the lead of photographer Deborah Glessner by posting images under the Warriors for Light theme.  Even a fractional ray of light illumines the darkness and with the power of Light these images created, fear never stood a chance.

Thankfully, Jon is home healing ( collective exhale of relief .) Naturally, because writing is an essential part of his healing process, he has begun journaling on his blog about his experience in a series called Tell Tale Heart.  It is powerful reading, not (no apologies) for the faint of heart, but full of the determination which will get him and Maria through the long process of recovery.

Meanwhile, it is clear this journey has drawn our group closer, energized our creative spirit.  The “good stuff” gets better every day. One of Jon’s restrictions prohibits him from carrying his camera; he cannot lift anything heavier than five pounds.  His hospital photos, taken with his IPhone proved no restriction can prevent him from continuing to Chase the Light.  Still, many of us have resolved to keep our own cameras close at hand as we carry forward his inspiration.  The “ripples”  reach out again.

So, when this vision greeting me on awakening in my parents’ guest room this morning, I grabbed my camera.

 

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The rose reminds me of the indomitable spirit of this Bedlam Creative Family keeping our heads above water, uplifted by the Light we send each other in times of challenge .
After getting the image I wanted, mindful of a lesson from one of Jon’s Open House posts ,  I sat for a few minutes to take in the pure beauty of the experience.  Light like this is a blessing and even Warriors need to rest from time to time.

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

Photo notes:  Other than sizing for posting here the shot is SOC.

Ripples

So fellow travelers,  this moment bubbled to the surface during my morning meditation by our pond.

 

 

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Golden fish surface

sudden ripples remind me

every thought matters

 

One of the most significant aspects of learning to meditate was becoming aware of  the stream of negative thoughts I was generating.  I was astounded to “hear” the judgemental, berating dialogue  most of it self-directed.  I by no means have silenced that voice, but awareness prevents me from focusing on the “stinkin’ thinkin’ ” which used to drag my spirit under.  The practice of mindfulness ( being aware of what one is thinking, feeling, focusing on in any given moment) has brought me closer to finding Peace.

This poem contains a reference to Mary Kellogg’s wonderful poem titled Octogenarian  which can be found in her book Whistling Woman.  I was blessed to hear her read the poem the first time I traveled to a Bedlam Farm Open House.  It was an “AHA moment” for many of us.  Her amazing poetry can be found at Battenkill Books, an amazing independant bookstore right in Cambridge NY.

 

Window Shrines of peace and love

So fellow travelers, one of my favorite photo “threads” running through the Bedlam Creative Group page is the window sill galleries. Jon Katz started the series a while back, honestly I don’t remember when but they struck an immediate chord.  Soon all sorts of wonderful gallery photos began showing up.

There is something spiritual about these personal spaces.  The symbolism in each is both global and intimate at the same time.  The comments posted always speak to the interconnection between us, how a flower evokes a certain memory or a figurine shares a common collector.

Growing up, window sills were to be kept clear for quick and easy cleaning.  Even single objects were seen as dust collectors.  As soon as I had my own space, I began creating window sill galleries. My college dorm room window didn’t have a window sill but I hung a little polka dot plant (botanical name hypoestes phyllostachya) in a pot from the curtain rods and stuck a plastic sun catcher on the window with a suction cup hook.

My first apartment had only one small window,  but it had strong wide window sill which I filled with small plants, some of my  favorite Japanese tea cups and a ceramic statute of Mickey and Minnie  Mouse shyly holding hands, a garage sale find that sadly didn’t survive the nomadic years of my 20’s.  My first house, which I am proud to say I managed to purchase as a single working woman, had lots of windows, but again, not many window sills although the kitchen did provide ample window space for small potted herbs. I rectified the problem by installing small shelves sitting on brackets under key locations. One of these I eventually relinquished to my cat who loved to perch among the plants looking out at the tiny back yard.  I relocated the plants,  velcroed some soft felt padding to the shelf and MomKat had her own little window sanctuary.

The house my husband and I have lived in for nearly 28 years does have wonderful window sills.  We bought the house soon after we were married ( as the realization that having only one bathroom was a serious detriment to martial bliss ) and have lived here ever since.  Almost every window has its own theme, a tradition both my daughters picked up.  When we had new windows installed I neglected to ensure the interior sills would remain wide enough.  I found other things to place in the new but narrower spaces.  Life is all about adapting to change.

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Currently my favorite window gallery is this one in my kitchen.  Yes there is a signature Mickey piece, one of my favorite Japanese sake cups and a bottle from our favorite hot sauce all framed by my favorite vase ( a mothers day gift)  and a new lucky bamboo plant.

I had not really thought of these visual arrays as “shrines” until Jon began posting his. As more people shared their window sill galleries and the stories behind them I began to realize how deeply spiritual these were. They speak of an Inner Faith without speaking to specific religions.   One of my favorites, includes a quote from the DaLaiLama.  It is a hallmark of the respect and openness within our group that not one person felt a need to instill their personal beliefs over the post ( and I know there are many who are quite traditional in their practice of faith. ) Every gallery is so unique and yet so many common themes run through this thread. It’s a glimpse into the harmonic convergence that really does exist in our world if we look for it.

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

 

At the gate

So fellow travelers,  yesterday, Thursday June 26 at 1:35pm EDT  I stepped out of our high school’s backdoor and into the official beginning of my long awaited summer break.  I arrived home to find a slightly alarming post from our Bedlam Farm Creative Group mentor Jon Katz which read

“Not the end of the world. I’m not ready to leave the world yet, looks like some heart issues, lots of tests, it’s an exciting medical week, get it all done at once. I’m in the hospital. My doc freaked out a bit over the EKG. How exciting. Much to write about. My new friend Tara is taking blood and loving it. Nurse Ratched is on her IPhone giving instructions. My favorite email is from someone who asked if Simon is ok. She is worried about him.”

There is the signature humor which we love so much and of course a reference to our Group Guru, the beloved donkey Simon. Just a few days earlier an amusing thread evolved around Jon’s donkey kissing blog post .  Truth be known, Simon is as big a draw at the Open House as Jon and Red.  Red doesn’t mind as long as he gets to herd sheep,  Jon I think might be  just a tad jealous.

With a massive file of photos to sort through, half a dozen partially written poems and a growing page of notes generated by the experience of the weekend  I was anxious to begin the process of  writing.  Facing several days of year end assignments at work and a backlog of pond and garden neglect at home, I lacked the time needed to focus.  Somehow proctoring a four hour Latin exam kills the creative juices.  I tried to write  in the evenings, but found myself falling asleep at my computer cursed by the 5:30am wakeup routine. “Friday,”  I promised ,” after morning coffee and meditation by the pond, will be Bedlam posting day.”

Needless to say, Jon’s news on Thursday created an immediate response among the “Farmies”  as we have come to call ourselves.  Threads of support and offers of help ( including a renegade plot to bring Simon up for a visit.  Hey they have therapy dogs,  why not therapy donkeys right?) popped up immediately. In the true spirit of our mentor the comments were positive, encouraging, compassionate and funny.  Jon wrote last night how uplifting the support was for him and Maria.

M a r i a ….  Maria Wulf,  talented artist,  the earth mother of Bedlam Farm,  Jon’s spirited wife and the “Nurse Ratched” mentioned in Jon’s comments quoted above.  When I woke this morning  Maria was first  the thought to come into focus.

So as I filtered through my notes and photos considering what to write, where to begin, ever mindful of a fellow member’s advice to “keep bringing our good stuff here,”  and the group page began to scroll heartfelt posts like John Greenwood’s get well card post   I kept thinking about Maria.  She is Jon’s rock and those of us fortunate enough to see them together ( oh the click of cameras when the Royal Couple of Bedlam Farm stood alongside one another, like a paparazzi serenade)  felt the  blessing of their love.  It is real and gritty like the farm,  as intense as Red’s focus on the sheep, even somewhat daunting like Freida.  Jon often says Maria has opened his heart  (in fact his surgeons have said his heart is strong, his valves need some repair work) Just watching her with the animals it is clear how deeply she feels what cannot be spoken.

That’s the thing about being a strong woman.  The Bedlam Creative Group is full of them and we gravitate to one another.  We know to be a rock, you need a strong foundation, the support team that lets you cry when you need to, rant if  you have to, that bakes you some off the diet chart cookies and sees to it you eat them.  So while Maria stands by Jon in his new “opportunity to be well,”  there will be many Farmies (women and men)  waiting alongside her at the gate .

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Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

 

The persistence of pencils

So fellow travelers,  lots of photos and posts on the b.b.c. pages about this past weekend’s Open House at Bedlam Farm.  One caught my eye. Indeed,  I saw the pencil can Jon Katz refers to. It was at that moment sitting by a tree.

It stopped me in my tracks.

I lowered my camera,

because it made me  realize

two days earlier I really had said goodbye to one of my favorite students.

She left behind a pencil can of her own.

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The persistence of pencils  

 

Five years of  colorful memories

Catch phrases

Disney quotes

Words written in margins

Hidden feelings revealed

and pencils

so many, many pencils.