If there is a holy pace on Bedlam Farm for me, it is the barn, a place of simplicity, beauty, and at certain times of day, of light.

I am a creature of light, a warrior for it.

For me, the barn is a meditation all of its own, a place of quiet, of history, of solitude. Barns are all about shelter and nourishment.

My favorite time of day to visit the barn is in the late afternoon when the sun is low in the hills across from the farm.

There, I see light in stripes and patterns and shadows all around me.

The Kabbalah says that the term “light” is merely a code word, a metaphor offered by the prophets and mystics to convey the broad spectrum of fulfillment for which all human beings long.

In the Kabbalah, the light stands for every conceivable form of pleasure and fulfillment that a soul can yearn for.

To the mystics, the term “light” can also mean the force we call tuition. The magic that attracts the right people and the right opportunities for fulfillment in our lives.

The force that makes us vital and healthy.

The inner spirit that arouses hope and optimism within us each morning when we awaken.

The energy, the fuel if you will, that motivates us to seek more out of life, to believe that tomorrow can be better than today.

I feel this fulfillment and hope whenever I come into the barn and see the hay and the light streaming through it like shooting stars in the night.