People ask me all the time why I found Bedlam Farm such a magical and creative space. Perhaps because there was something beautiful to see everywhere I looked. Perhaps it was the energy of the beautiful and stately barns. The mists in the morning. The path in the woods. The nooks and crannies of the farmhouse. I wrote seven books there, took thousands of pictures there, lost my mind there and fell in love there. They made a movie about me there and every morning, when I saw the sun coming up over the hill, I heard the angels and the spirits call to me. They remind of ghosts in the woods. Rose in the pasture, Izzy resting in his garden. Bedlam Farm is a way station on the hero journey,  a place where one leaves the familiar to come  home. You either feel it in your bones, or you do not.

Bedlam Farm has been for sale since last January, we moved out last October. I feel the farm  reaching out to someone who sees the magic in it, and loves it as I do and Maria does. We are happy in our new home, lucky to be there in so many ways. But I will not ever forget the magic of Bedlam Farm, what it did for me, too me. One lovely woman was thinking of buying the farm, she wasn’t sure if she could break away from her life, and I told her be careful. Once you leave, you can never really go back. I know, it happened to me.