Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

23 December

Free Photo Show, Pictures I Love: Change Is Life Itself, Morning At Bedlam Farm. The Cambridge Diner, Black And White, Yellow And Blue, Color And Light

by Jon Katz

Tomorrow we’re going to Williamstown to see the movie “Maestro”, about Leonard Bernstein.

I’m excited to see it. This morning, we went to breakfast at our local diner, the Cambridge Diner. I had a great omelet – American cheese and Broccoli, wheat toast, and a handful of home fries borrowed from Maria’s plate. For the third year in a row, our dinner has been voted the best breakfast in the county—high praise.

We often go to Jean’s in Hoosick Falls, but our local diner has gotten awfully good since we last went there a lot, and it is close. I love Jean’s but know I’ll never be connected to the community there. Our diner feels close to home and part of our community. And we both fell at home there—the idea of home changes often for us.

So now, we go to both. I’ll never abandon Ninah, the best waitress and friend one could have.

I have to say the food at the Cambridge diner is very good. It only took a couple of visits, and everybody there is calling me “hon” and wishing me (by name) a happy holiday. It feels like home. It feels like  community.

I am often reminded that life is about change. We will all change, we will all die, we will all be happy, and we will all be sad. I believe the quality of my life evolves around my willingness to change. I’m learning that death is as much a part of life as breathing. Accepting that is the key to reducing fear in many cases.

Maria and I discussed this at breakfast – we have come to accept change not as crisis or drama but as life itself. I am never stunned when a dog dies. That’s what they do, as do humans. Why are we often shocked? I’ve never run out of beautiful dogs to find.

I love them so much that I can’t wait to get another. A loved dead dog is never a reason not to get another one. It’s the best reason there is.

I can have as many lifetime dogs as I wish.

We’re going to be home for Christmas. Then, off to Vermont for two days with Maria. We need it. We ride all over the country on Christmas morning, delivering meals to people who need food support. There are a lot of them this year.

This struck me as a well-composed still life. Composition is my thing; I have a natural knack for it, but I can’t imagine where it came from. Maria says I’m an artist…Hmmm.. Life is beautiful; life is rich with good.

Animals have a peaceful and meditative quality that never fails to calm and ground me. They teach me how to do it.

The landscape is in black and white, my monochrome. The Iphone and the monochrome make excellent partners. They offer rich but distinctive perspectives.

With Christmas ahead, it seems only fitting to acknowledge St. Jo. I’ve taken to meditate alongside him; saints ought to know how it’s done. It’s about time we talked about piece and compassion.

Zinnia loves to walk with me around the farm. Labs know how to sit still and wait. She is woven into every part of my life.

I love capturing Fate at rest; it seems so iconic to me.

Whatever else can be said about climate change,  it brings some of the most beautiful skies I’ve ever seen. Thanks, climate change, for that, at least.

22 December

Color And Light. Christmas Is Just Around The Corner

by Jon Katz

I feel the world is slowing down a bit for Christmas. I’m thinking of all those people stuffed into small plane seats and getting up early on Christmas to buy iPads and smartphones. I’m thinking of all the good people who grasp what Christmas means and make it a day of remembrance, gratitude, and fulfillment. We’re all in together; however, we celebrate the day.

I also think of the family fights that raged over every Christmas dinner I had as a kid. Maria and I don’t do that anymore.

I’m offering up my flower pictures daily as a token of light, love, and beauty. That’s what my flowers mean to me, and I suppose it’s what Christmas means to me.  Money does not, as advertised, bring peace of mind and happiness. I had to go inside of me to find that. I wish you all a holiday of real meaning and compassion.

22 December

What Is Christmas Really About For Us? I Think We Know. Monday, We’ll Be Delivering Christmas Meals To Five Different Families In Need. We Plan To Get Out And Do Some Good.

by Jon Katz

Christmas is about doing and cherishing good, not scrambling for low prices for computers, smartphones, and TVs. On Monday, we have decided to do some tangible good. Talk is cheap. Actions speak loudly. Christmas is not, at least for me, about more profits and greed.

We’ve signed up to help the good people of the Cambridge Community Christmas Dinner distribute food and make Christmas something of true meaning for us and brighter for families in need. Selfishly, it will help us feel meaningful and hopeful in a troubled world.

I’ve written several times that the best way to feel good about life is to do good and remind ourselves how uplifting and healing that can be. I’ve learned that at the Mansion and while dealing with refugee children who are traumatized and in need.

I’m not a Christian, but I respect and appreciate the holiday’s true significance, often overwhelmed by profit.

I’m a lifetime admirer of the teachings of Jesus Christ, whose whole life stood for mercy and compassion-  my family always celebrated Christmas in spirit, even though I was born Jewish.

Jesus pleaded with his followers to love and care for the poor and vulnerable. It was an idea that changed the world but still struggles to be heard. His message is being drowned out by hatred and grievance.

We worship money, profit margins, and bargains in America, not compassion and empathy. This is something anyone can do, and it can change lives. It is what the spiritual life is really about, regardless of politics.

As I’ve written a hundred times, it feels better to do good than to argue about what good is. For me, that has been the best medicine I’ve ever taken.

Much of the world is at war and is divided. It’s hard to feel good or safe.

My blog, my wife, our farm, and my blog help ground me, but it is sometimes difficult to feel straightforward about what is happening to my country and the world.

The impulse to do good – to ease suffering –  does not belong to the left or the right or any partisan entity.

It is a universal impulse embedded in every human being and suggests the very best of being a human being. It is the height of humanity. Doing good is a natural human condition; rage and cruelty are aberrations, violating what it means to be human.

That is the very idea of almost every idea of God.

Maria and I have found an answer for us this Christmas, something we think about yearly.

We are bringing food to five families that need help celebrating this Christmas. They are struggling to afford food and celebrate Christmas. We’ll bring them each a good hot meal. Every year, we ask what Christmas means. This year, we won’t have to ask.

I woke up feeling low this morning. Sometimes, I wake up at night and think empathy is fading away. My flower photos are all about that, in a way.

Some days, the anger and rage splitting the country get me down. Almost anyone reading this knows that feeling.

The blog is a source of comfort, color, and safety. But it can’t work miracles. To be truly fulfilled, I have learned that I need to step out of myself and try to lift the lives of others. That is a meaningful reason to be on the earth and to have a blog that tries to do good.

For much of my life, I’ve suffered from a mental illness – acute anxiety and panic. I am much better. The idea of doing good when I was failing helped to save me and put me on a path to recovery. It did pull me out of myself and up to a better place.

I believe doing good has saved my soul, along with love, and Christmas is the only holiday we have that celebrates being good to others. It’s not about sales on iPads; it’s about being human with compassion. Maria and I are excited to be doing this together.

Several weeks ago, we agreed to volunteer for a community group offering free meals to people who needed help celebrating Christmas in comfort and dignity. We didn’t hear back.

We didn’t hear from the community food group until this afternoon. We were on the waiting list, but other volunteers had to drop out.

We were asked if we still wanted to help – they needed help –  and said yes immediately. We didn’t need to think about it. Maria lit up like a Christmas and couldn’t say yes fast enough. “Thanks for asking us,” she said.

On Christmas morning, we’re going to the local American Legion building to pick up 17 meals prepared by cooks and volunteers distributed among five families in and around our small town- 17 different meals.

I believe it is impossible to lead a fulfilling life without faith, and it need not only be religious faith. Faith also comes from inside us; we don’t need temples or cathedrals to do good.

These civic and community food programs exist all over the country.

Think how good we could feel about our country if tens of millions of Americans brought food on Christmas to the tens of millions who need help feeding their families.

I don’t tell others what to do; I only write about what I do.

Now, I feel the joy about Christmas that the day deserves and that Christ and many others are owed.

. I know what it’s about for me.

 

22 December

Waiting For Me, Morning Meeting With Zip

by Jon Katz

I come out of the house every morning to check on the animals, help feed them, and sometimes take photos. Zip is always waiting for me now; he shows up a little after 7 a.m. and waits for me for about a half hour.

He vanishes and goes off hunting if I don’t show up or am distracted. Our cats love to sit on the back porch in the winter; the sun shines directly on them, and Zip’s coat is warm.

Most days, I see him and go outside, and we talk, and I stroke him and hold him for five or ten minutes. If he sits on my shoulder, his favorite place, I will hold him longer and stroke him until he yawns or purrs.

This morning meeting is new, but it has come to mean a lot to me and is a beautiful way to start the day. I rarely see Zip during the day; he’s quite busy, but he always surprises me at odd moments outside and waits in the same spot around 4 p.m. for our second meeting of the day. It’s usually our last.

This phot was taken through the back door, if I open it, Zip jumps out towards me and ruins my photo. If I’m inside looking out, he doesn’t move.

22 December

Photo Album: The Last Meeting Of The Mansion Meditation Class Of 2023. It Was A Sweet One

by Jon Katz

Today was the last meeting of the Mansion Meditation Class that I have been teaching for several years now.

We have all come a long way. The first members used to fall asleep when I talked about meditation, now they are wide awake and urging me to meditate for longer periods. They have found that it helps to center and calm them. Life in the Mansion, like life almost anywhere, is not simple.

I read from Henri Nouwen’s Spiritual Direction: Wisdom For The Long Walk Of Faith:

The first and most essential spiritual practice that any spiritual director must pursue,” wrote Nouwen, “is the discipline of the Heart. Introspection and contemplative prayer are the ancient disciplines by which we begin to see God in our hearts. Interior prayer is a careful attentiveness to the spirit that dwells in the center of our being.”

I focus on spirituality, not just God, but the residents are religious, and I honor that.

We did a lot of relaxing and meditating today. We were laughing almost to the beginning. I told Rachel she couldn’t have lunch unless she meditated, and we all cracked up. She meditated and went to lunch.

Maria came along today and helped the residents finish their artwork, and she read several beautiful poems from Mary Oliver. This class has become very important to me. Zinnia shines as a therapy dog at the Mansion; she’s been coming here since she was a small pup.

The people in the class love Maria, and I love it when she comes along. We work very well together. Her art class is always jammed and happy.

She knows them all well and feels safe and at ease there.

The residents adore her, and some rub her belly with their feet as she lies on her back beneath the table and practically purrs with delight.

There was a lot of laughing and goodwill. We trust one another and listen to one another.

Maria and I are returning to the Mansion on Christmas day to say hello to the residents who have no families or who can’t get to see them. This class has become a discipline of the Heart. Nouwen would be pleased. I am grateful. I decided to do a little photo spread, which tells a lot about the class.

I joke and kid a lot and poke fun at myself. Nothing makes them happier to poke fun at me. I always bring them stories of the farm, and they love to hear them. The class is coming to the farm this Spring as soon as it gets warm. Then, we do breathing lessons and meditation.

There is so much warmth and good feeling in that room. Come and see for yourself.



Zinnia greets everyone in the class, one by one, and she goes to sleep under the table when she’s finished. She makes a point of seeing Robbin, one of the Mansion’s aides.

Maria tells stories about living with me and life on the farm. The residents eat it up. They are fascinated by my relationship with Zip.

We welcomed Betty to the class today; she’s a  newcomer to the Mansion and wants to join the Meditation group. We are happy to have her there.

Art is one of the residents who must be accompanied everywhere he goes in the Mansion. Maria offered to walk him to lunch, and he put his arm around hers like I sometimes do. She and Zinnia (followed by me) walked him to the dining room. He is the sweetest man. I brought him two new car magazines to read.

Ellen asked Maria for help with her drawing. Maria is pleased to be obliged. The two of them were laughing like sisters.

Maria talked about her art and the different ways to draw. They were hungry to hear about it.

I miss the class very much when I can’t get there. We’ll see most of them on Christmas day. Ellen wants to do some Christmas meditating; Nancy wants to join us.

 

Zinnia sleeps next to my shoes when I start giving my meditation instructions. I don’t take it seriously. She is a beautiful dog. She does a lot of good in the world.

When I go to my class, Zinnia runs ahead of me and rushes into the Activity Room. I can hear the claps and squeals of joy and laughter pouring out of the room.

Like a chorus, I hear the words “Zinnia is here,, Zinnia!,” all the way down the hall.  Sometimes, they even yell hello to me.

I love the sound.

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