The story of Bedlam Farm and my own hero journey continues, the farm is back on the market, as of today. If you wish, you can see the listing here.   I can’t talk about sale details any more. I’m glad Rose is sitting dutifully in the real estate photo online, she always got things done. Truthfully, I don’t know what else I can say about this beautiful farmhouse. It was built at the beginning of the Civil War, overlooks a picturesque and tiny upstate village, and stood the test of time and weather – countless blizzards and storms and life – with great dignity and pride.  My neighbors were so impressed that even the great storm Irene didn’t get one drop into the basement. I came alive there, fell apart there, wrote a whole bunch of books there, and met Maria there, and my life changed there. It is, in most ways, the most important place in my life, the destination and departure point of my hero journey.

Hero journeys are not, of course, heroic, nor are they about heroes, they are mostly about ordinary folk like me who set out into the unfamiliar, wander into dark places, and are aided by magical helpers in the form of animals or people. If they are lucky, they return and share their learned knowledge with the world. If they are not lucky, they vanish and are not heard from again.

I met magical helpers and nearly vanished, and I work every day to share what I learned in that wondrous and beautiful space. I took all the money I had and fixed up the beautiful house and the barns – new foundations, wiring, plumbing, etc. I thought I would sell the farm for a million dollars and built a spanking arts center where writers and artists could come for encouragement and support.

Life is amazing, it has it’s own plan, ours can often feel foolish and slight. I will never regret buying Bedlam Farm or living there, but it is time for me to let it go, in more ways than one. It is in the hands of Kristen Preble and a bank that is eager to find a buyer. Every morning, I stop and think of the farm, and in my own way, pray for it. It will yield it’s magic now to someone else, I did the best I could for it, and it did well by me.