Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

8 March

The Mansion’s Bingo Wars. Can Meditating Help? It Seems Members Of My Meditation Class Are Doing Most Of The Battling

by Jon Katz

My Mansion reading today: Sit Like A Mountain:  Sitting quietly, quietly breathing in and out, we develop strength, concentration, and clarity. So sit like a mountain. No wind can blow the mountain down.” – Thich That Hahn.

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I talked to several Mansion aides recently, and they told me that the staff needs help running bingo games. The residents, I am told, get intensely competitive, even sometimes to the point of throwing things and yelling at the winners and each other.

(Above, Ellen from Memory Care; below, Art, who says little but loves anything related to cars.

When I asked where the problem was, members of my meditation class were cited as the worst sports at losing. After teaching three years of meditation and calming breathing, I was startled. The three mentioned were among my class’s  quietest and most enthusiastic meditators (none were present today.)

They love the breathing exercises and the meditations themselves. But it’s unfair to blame them for their behavior. In my class, they are lovely and calm. But it’s a difficult time, and Bingo takes on great importance to people who need a win.

One of the Bingo managers came to me today and asked if I could speak with the unruly meditation class members and give them tools other than shouting and throwing things to work with. I said I would take this up next week when everyone was present. Today was a shopping day at Walmart, and the problem was that people were absent.

This will be an exciting challenge, as the aides believe the ones who get angry get help themselves. They said they’d welcome any help. I’m going to do some research and come up with some ideas.

Art after meditating.

Every week, an aide walks Art from meditation class to the cafeteria, and he needs clarification if he walks alone. Art is a sweet and kind man.

8 March

Meditating With Zip, Selfie Of The Week

by Jon Katz

I’ve taken very few selfies, and I rarely think about them. I like regular photos better.

But Zip has changed my life.

He and I meet by the chairs near the pasture when the sun is out and it’s relatively warm.

I sit in the Amish-made Adirondack chair, and he comes behind the chair and hops onto my shoulder. He loves being scratched under the chin and along his back; he purrs softly and sometimes goes to sleep.

After a minute or two, he curls around and climbs on my shoulder; that is our signal to be silent and take in the world around us. There is always something to see. Today, a female deer stood up in a pasture a quarter of a mile away.

Afterward, I feed him dinner at times.

This is my new quiet hour. Cats are a new and powerful experience for me.

Zip snuggles onto my shoulder, and we look at the world together. Zip takes note of every bird flying over and every movement on the ground or in the trees. We both are very content to sit there and do nothing together. It’s good for me and, hopefully, for him.

Zip is warm and has soft fur. Being with him is calming and meaningful, and I look forward to doing it every single day. I love the sound of his sleeping, and the times he goes right on my shoulder—another new experience.

Sometimes, if he spots something, he leaps off my shoulder and goes after it. Sometimes he comes back, sometimes not; it’s his call.

Today was mainly sunny and warm, so we spent at least 90 minutes together. I love our afternoon meetings. It seemed to warrant a selfie.

8 March

My Willa Cather Woman: Maria And Manure

by Jon Katz

A friend of ours came over for lunch today. He is a good friend, and I have come to love and appreciate him. He’s due for a portrait. While we were eating some quiche, he said he saw photos of Maria on the blog stacking firewood all summer and felt awful because he wanted to come over and help her but never made the trip.

He’s on my portrait list of people I love and admire.

Later, as he was leaving, I walked him to his car. Listen, John, I said, I know this is hard for men to believe, but Maria would have been both upset and angry if you came over, presuming she needed the help of a man to get the firewood stacked.

I made that mistake and urged her to let me hire somebody to help. It finally got through to me that she loves stacking firewood. It is her way of relaxing, a combination of medication and excellent exercise. She would be angry if you came over to help her. I tried for years and then gave up. She does not need me to make those decisions.

I said she is a Willa Cather farm girl as well as a talented artist. This afternoon, she’s spreading our huge annual manure pile all over the pasture. She does two wheelbarrows daily until the pile has enough manure for our gardens. Today, she’s hauling the manure to the back pasture.

She only takes shortcuts or skips a day once the pile is almost gone—and it’s a huge pile. I’ve never met anyone like Maria, and I am grateful for her every day. In some ways, my life began when Emma was born and then Maria.

8 March

A Yellow Finch Met Me At The Living Room Window At Sunrise,

by Jon Katz

I came downstairs and looked at the window this morning, and I saw a cute and gutsy little yellow finch starting at me a few inches from me right next to the glass. He saw me and stared, then went on eating.

He seemed fearless and hungry.  He wasn’t the least bit afraid of me. It was a lovely way to start the day. He came back a few times, and then Zip began to crawling around, and the finch took off. I like my intrusion into the lives of birds.

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