Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

17 February

Sarah’s Holiday Plea: Mashed Potatoes And Spaghetti And Meatballs – Urgent Item: Children’s Shampoo. They Need It: Do Good. Feel Better.

by Jon Katz

This is one of the coldest winters here known to man in recent memory. The wind blew down power cables all around us but speared us. Sara is continuing to seek warm and familiar dinner foods. Morale among the members is low – skyrocketing grocery process, expensive fuel and gas prices, lots of cleaning and scrubbing indoors.

Spaghetti, meatballs, and mashed potatoes sound right; the storms are backing off, the cold reminds. Help if you can.

If you’d like to browse the Pantry Amazon Food Wish List, you can do so anytime by clicking on the links or the green button at the bottom of every blog post. Thanks.  You’ve made a stunning and much-appreciated difference; we can’t thank you enough.

It does feel good to do good. If you’re feeling low, give it a shot, and thanks. This is a Sanctuary Blog; all we do is good.

And thanks for sending those adorable messages to the pantry staff. They are very much appreciated.

Sarah’s be warm and comfortable choices for today, Monday:

Chef Boyardee Spaghetti And Meatballs, 14.5 Oz Cans, Pack of 4, $4.48.

Betty Crocker Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes, 4 Ounces (Pack of 8), $9.49.

 

(Huggies, going fast)

Sarah’s choice for the most urgent item of today:

Suarve Kids Minions 3-In-One Shampoo, Conditioner and Body Wash, for Tear-Free and Gentle Cleansing, 28 Oz (Pack of 4), $9.99.


17 February

Beautiful Morning: Ghost Of Zip: He Is Everywhere

by Jon Katz

We got a messy and cold storm, but it didn’t last long, although it lasted long enough to put a rock-hard ice wrap all over the car. It took a long time. I’m not going out again today, and I’m sore everywhere.

Zip astonished me once more. Zinnia and he were chasing each other through the snow, and I took this photo. I liked it because it shows the happy Zinnia tearing through the snow with her pal, Zip.

It wasn’t until I saw the photo on my computer that I realized that Zip has once again gotten himself into the photograph of something else.

He can somehow transport himself across space and into another being. I saw his head in the rear of the photo as Zinnia raced by, but only in the computer.

I never saw him when I took the picture.

I don’t know how he did that, and I’m not sure I want to no, but it is impressive and puzzling.

 

 

I checked in on the white hen; she had declined a bit. She is still eating and drinking water and can hop up on and off her new roost. I haven’t forgotten that this is a hospice roost for hens. I think she’s weakening, but Maria believes she’s okay.

 

11:10. The sky is beginning to clear.

 

I think Lulu is getting tired of the cold. She pleaded with me for an Alfalfa chunk, and she got one since I am a renowned mush.

17 February

Bird Meditation, In A Storm

by Jon Katz

 

Photographing birds through a window in a rainstorm with no bright light was and is a challenge for me. I call it the morning meditation with birds in a storm.

The birds move faster than my camera settings so far, but I love the way it looks. Birds in a storm have a special attitude, I think; every move is precious. It takes a lot of patience and a lot of luck. I do love a challenge

It is curiously calming and even soothing. It’s a sacred art of the morning. I went out to clean off the car, and I’m not going out again. We didn’t get a lot of snow or wind, just light snow and ice and frozen things. I miss Spring.

 

 

 

 

The Raven sneaks into the photo, as always.

 

16 February

Chronicles Of Zip: Sunday Afternoon: Before The Storm. The White Hen Has A New Friend.

by Jon Katz

If the storm turns out to be less than advertised, I’ll be blogging away. If not, this may be goodbye until Tuesday. I could do a lot of thinking and meditation then. If I had to bet, I’d say the storm will be another storm.

Zip, as always, noses himself into the life of the farm. He misses nothing, checks out everything, and then shocks me with the big heart inside of him.

Zip surprises me with his intelligence, heart, and intense curiosity. He has to know what’s happening, he has a genis for posing. When he came to the farm, he chased the White Hen everywhere, away from anything he might think of as food.

He always manages to get himself into the picture. Today, it was different. He got himself into the White Hen’s stall.

This week, as the White Hen struggles to stay alive, Zip wants to visit, understand, and – I think – protect her. He shows up occasionally and even hops into her stall to listen to and sit with her. I can’t account for or explain this; I wouldn’t dare to try.

She talks to Maria; she talks to Zip.

Zip is a ham, but he also has something more profound and generous in him. He and the White Hen are friends. The other hens have rejected her, and she vanished for five days and returned nearly dead. She is at ease with him; she always used to run and hide from him.  She trusts him now.

He is watching out for her, and she is glad to see him. Maria took this photo today at my request. I cannot go outside much until the ice is gone and the storm is past, and Maria does it beautifully.

The Winter Pasture.

 

Sheep in the snow and ice.

Something to keep people warm. Beauty is everywhere; I am always learning to look for it. I am so glad I have a camera like this again.

16 February

Flower Art: Art And Suffering – Beauty Heals The Soul, Keeps Me Warm

by Jon Katz

The highest form of wisdom is kindness.” – The Talmud.

Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately.” – Elie Wiesel.

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A work of art, an act of love, has always helped me understand the nature of suffering and anxiety and a way towards healing.  Kindness is an art, a shortcut to happiness. And for me, art is kindness.

Anger is poison spelled differently.

It’s not that I’m better than anyone else, just that I want to get better than me.

Blogging and photography, in particular, have helped me develop some insight into transforming my pain and anger into developing the better parts of me.

Writing, blogging, photography, painting, weaving, sewing, kindness, helping people experiencing poverty, and meditation can all be acts of love. They heal and make us better humans.

The person who believes anger and power will heal the broken parts of themselves misses the point.  Those things are corrosive; they rot the soul. They feasted on mine.

Art, love, giving, and helping can all be acts of love, as is art for Maria and me.

 

Kindness and generosity have nourished me and others, which lifts my soul. They have healed me and helped me live the life I want to live.

Happiness is not an accident; when I am happy, I learn how to live more and more of my life profoundly and with meaning.

Spirituality can do this for me, but anger and judgment cannot. There is nothing for me to listen to hatred and judgment. With meaning comes joy and compassion; with joy and compassion comes meaning.

I’m learning that I don’t need to respond to hatred and cruelty with hatred and cruelty. I don’t choose to live that way.

Love and empathy strengthen the soul, and hate and cruelty destroy us in time as they almost did me. That’s the point of spirituality in our time. Hatred gets me nothing. Love and kindness – and art, indeed –  always bring reward for me.

The flowers tell the story. Whenever I take a photo I like (or anyone does), I feel like a better person than I was. I’m giving something out to the world that helps me and others.

The mystical Kabbalah, a central component of Jewish mystical thought, says love and kindness are gifts from God, who tells his followers that it is a crime to waste this gift or the gift of creativity, which the Kabbalah calls “the creative spark.”

Everyone is given these gifts of love and kindness; Disregarding them, says God,  is a sin to be punished. “First mend yourself,” says the Kabbalah, “then mend others. He that can’t endure the bad, will not live to see the good.”

In the Kabbalah, God says that when I hurt another human, I kill a part of me. That’s how it was meant to be.

 

 

 

 

 

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