Morning at Bedlam Farm

  July 14, 2009 – Like Joseph Campbell said, there is nothing heroic about the hero’s journey. Last night, sending my novel off – pushing the send button just as the power went out and the computer went down – I decided to take the dogs for a walk. Frieda almost took off after a chipmunk but I caught her. I realized how draining and challenging and extraordinary the last two years have been for me, and how tired I am, especially in the head. There is always a crash when you send off a book – especially one as intense as this one.
  This weekend, I am getting away, from the farm, from blogging, (not from photography), from my own head. I crashed a couple of years ago, as Campbell says you will if you don’t know who you are when the mask comes off. I didn’t, and I am still learning.
 I could not have imagined so much fear and pain and confusion, or so much creativity, good fortune and love. Life itself. I am still sorting through it, but I believe I am coming to the end of one process and the beginning of another. I am learning to open up, to make room for life, to free myself. How lucky I am. My life is in my hands, and I intend to make the best of it.