Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

9 January

The Mansion, A Poem By Sharon Denney: “Everything I Do, I Am Comforted By You…”

by Jon Katz

Sharon Denney is a poet, a friend, and the head of the Mansion Residents Association. She is also a published poet living in the Mansion and dealing with several health problems. Occasionally, she writes a poem, which I read to other residents in my Meditation Class. I gave her a realistic “cat” she loves and keeps in her room for company. I was in the Mansion today, and Sharon kindly brought me her newest poem.

I’ll read it to the Mansion residents on Friday, but I wanted to share it with you. Sharon is impressive; she is brave, dignified, and uncomplaining. I know she is suffering, and her poems heal her and others. She is committed to her creativity and her poetry.

 

Poem: “Everything I do,” by Sharon Denney.

Everything I do,

I am comforted by you,

When I look at the moon

I know where ever you are,

you are looking at the same one,

When I look at a large sugar maple in the Fall

It’s all oranges, reds and yellows;

So beautiful is nature.

What you see with your eyes;

You feel with your heart,

Emotions run high; happiness is great.

True love abides

The moon is smiling.”

 

  • Sharon Denney

Thanks Sharon.

9 January

Morning Meeting With Zip: First, He Showed Off. He Had Fun With A Mouse, Zip Loves His Life

by Jon Katz

Zip was waiting for me on the back porch table this morning, our regular meeting site. I went to close the barn door, and he came with me. He surprised me by turning quickly, pouncing on a mound of snow, and coming up with something in his mouth that he started tossing up in the air and catching.

When I got closer, I saw it was a mouse. Zip had great fun with it, flipping it up in the air, catching it, dropping it, pouncing again, and slipping it again. Zip was having a blast; I think he was performing for me. I wouldn’t say I like seeing even rodents tortured, so I moved toward Zip to try to take it away. Not a chance.

Zip sensed what I was doing and wasn’t buying it. He picked up the mouse, squeezed himself under the barn door, and disappeared into the barn. When I opened the door and went in, there was no sign of the mouse. Zip has a new hiding place for her kills, I think.

Zip is a barn cat but also a snowcat.

Then he came out and was ready for me. We did our cuddling, stroking and scratching thing. I can only guess the mouse is dead now, probably of a heart attack or shock. Getting tossed up in the air and pounded on cannot be fun.

9 January

Divine Cravings: Saving Compassion And Kindness And The Idea Of The Church

by Jon Katz

As a non-believer born Jewish and converted to Quakerism, I never thought I would be mourning the early message of the Christian faith  – to do good and care for the needy – and be eager to support its resurrection in some form.

I don’t write this as a Christian or as a believer, but as someone who is coming to see that People Of Heart have to take on the long struggle for a country that is gentle, empathetic, and that loves the poor, as we have been told for thousands of years that Jesus wanted his followers to do.

I realize I will not live to see the end of this work. It won’t be resolved in November, as many people think. Our freedom is at stake, we are told, and our democracy is at risk. Fear, like anger, proves nothing and changes nothing. I need more than that.

No single political campaign will do the work. No glorious speech will awaken the cold and the sleep. No single law will undo so many years of cruelty and hatred.

It will, says one Christian scholar, take a million lives heaped on top of one another to burst the bonds of arrogance and superiority that made God into a male and has abandoned the very message of Christ in the search for money and power. Money and power do correct; look at the news. And the Money Changers are back in the Temples.

Since millions of so-called Christians seem to have abandoned the meaning of Christ, it falls to keepers of the faith and ascetics with a heart to pick up the fading message and see that spirituality is based on a commitment to personal authenticity. This makes me twitch. Does this apply to people like me? I seek to be a person of Heart and Soul; this is how I would love to end my life.

I’m not looking for a fight or argument, just for a fulfilling and kind life.

But there are, I believe, some divine cravings in life – the liberation of the poor, the equality of women, the humanity of the entire human race – that is worth striving for, living for, dying for, finished or unfinished, for as long as it takes to achieve them. These are goals I can embrace and relate to. That’s a new movement I want to support.

Millions of Americans are awakening to the dismantling of the culture of love, truth, and charity. It was a great idea then; it’s a great idea now. I believe this is what people genuinely want. The Army of Good kicked off the idea for me. We have done so much good. I know it can be done; I know how many good people are out there, sick of argument and grievance, on fire to help those who need it. I see it almost every day.

There is always the need to be true to oneself,” writes Henri Nouwen. “When a person of prayer, a person of vision, begins to work on behalf of the poor, it is impossible to do otherwise. When a person of heart and soul begins to contest the forces of patriarchy, it is impossible to do otherwise; when a person of hope and faith starts down the long path of prophetic action, good and truth prevail.”

We are a culture of little patience and unrealistic expectations. One election will not save or save us; we can only do that ourselves. I won’t spend the year fearing one president or another or being labeled by others. The Christian, Jewish, and Muslim ideas were to help the vulnerable and the needy and love them. That idea of faith is shambles at the moment.

Since loving the poor was the core idea behind Christ and the early Christian Church, I wonder how it might be possible to bring that love and compassion back. I’m one of those who believes we are at the birth of a spiritual renewal in our country. I find it a stirring idea as the American Revolution is another stirring miracle many people have forgotten.

It is not your obligation to complete  your work,” says the Talmud, “but you are not at liberty to quit it.

This is not just a struggle for Christians unfolding but for people of heart who have long been inspired to help the needy and the vulnerable as well as themselves.

People like me always look for the bold and dramatic step that brings us to a kindler and gentler world. Just one more election, just one genuinely charismatic leader, just one leap forward for the economy. I’m coming to understand it’s much deeper than that and is the beginning of a test of humanity that will go on a long time past me.

In the meantime, I think the idea of doing good – small acts of great kindness – is the next great thing for me and the world.

9 January

Joy, Joy: When The Good Guys Win. Hser Nay Is Going To Siena College To Help Make A Better World! From Hell To Heaven

by Jon Katz

It’s beautiful and uplifting news. Hser Nay Taw,  born of genocide and cruelty, was just accepted to Siena College to pursue her dream of being a lawyer who helps other refugees fix a broken system. The Army of Good has paid her tuition through high school, and she has become a good friend to me and Maria. Hser Nay once told me that she had journeyed from Hell to Heaven.

A decade ago, her family lost everything – home, money, safety, and security. Now, she is headed to a great college, searching for a meaningful future. She has come so far, and yet she is just beginning. You helped her to do it.

She spent her early years with her family in a refugee camp in Thailand after they were driven from their homes in Myanmar. I’ve always seen her as a glowing symbol of the American dream, a haven from bigotry and hostility. Under Sue Silverstein’s watchful eye, Hser Nay has excelled as a student and friend.

She and Maria have bonded closely as Maria taught her how to sew and make some of her clothing. She was one of the first refugee children I met at Bishop Gibbons, and we moved with her to Bishop Gibbons; she is devoted to her teacher, Sue, who has guided and supported her every step.

Hser Nay instantly became a top student at both schools, and she will almost surely benefit from student aid and scholarship donations. On her behalf, I wanted to thank the people of the Army of Good for paying her tuition these past few years and helping her meet her great potential. She will be a perfect American citizen with a good heart and soul.

After hearing the horror story that drove her and her family into flight and depravation, I was struck by her lack of complaint, bitterness, or anger over what she had been through. From the beginning, she talked about becoming a lawyer to help some of the many immigrants who need support and to fix a system we all know is broken.

It is lovely to see these refugee children work hard, get into good schools, and prepare to move into the mainstream of American life, even as they face rejection and cruelty.

I can’t say enough for Sue Silverstein, who introduced me to Hser Nay and stood by her as she learned to adapt tomorrow and begin her drive for a good and better life. Hers will always be a life of meaning. She has a big heart and a loving soul. You can see it in her smile and her eyes. I’m grateful that we could help her and many of her classmates. Sue is an angel, maybe a saint. She has touched the lives of countless young people.

Godspeed, Hser Nay, you have made me feel like there is meaning in my life. I know there is meaning in yours, and I hope you know we will always be here to help you pursue your dreams, which you have never given up on. You are good and solid and faithful. This feels like a tremendous victory for the idea of doing good.

8 January

Color And Light, As Promised

by Jon Katz

We are in for another storm tomorrow; I’m seeing those alerts about floods and high winds. I’m glad we had a sunny day today. Maybe all the snow will be washed away. Zip will be happy. He can’t make his usual rounds into the march, so he spent much of the day glowering at me from the back porch.

We are planning a massive attack on the rodents who have invaded our kitchen stove. It’s them or me. I’m signing off now; I wrote a lot today and got a stubborn headache. I’ll be in touch tomorrow, storm permitting. I’ve got to think about how to photograph heavy rain and do it justice. Stay warm, dry, and safe.

I will try and do the same. Here’s my flower, as promised.

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