Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

21 April

My Monday Morning Bedlam Farm Report In Photos. Ruminating On Mysticism What A Beautiful Day. Birds, Cats, Donkeys, Sheep…

by Jon Katz

The distinction between mystic and non-mystic is not merely that between the rationalist and the dreamer, between intellect and intuition. The question which divides them is this: What, out of the mass of material offered to it, shall consciousness seize upon — with what aspects of the universe shall it “unite”?

–  Evelyn Underhill, Essential Writings.

According to him, the Poet William Blake’s childhood included mystical religious experiences such as “beholding God’s face pressed against his window, seeing angels among the haystacks, and being visited by the Old Testament prophet Ezekiel.”

My mystical experiences are not nearly as vivid. They mainly happened when I was alone, preferably in a forest or mountain, visiting the dying as a hospice volunteer, now listening to birds,  or walking with my dogs. For me, it’s clearing the junk humans put into my head and searching for the bigger picture, the reality, not the posturing or dogma.

 

 

 

The King scans his kingdom, hoping, no doubt, for something to eat.

Eating with enthuiasm

 

 

 

The new Spring birds are arriving.

 

 

I appreciate his showing me his color.

 

21 April

Maria’s Good Monday Morning Video. Starting The Weekend In Peace. Protecting Love And Empathy

by Jon Katz

 

“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.”    – Rumi

 

 

Every morning, I have a choice. I can listen to the junk, anger, conflict, and violence of the institution now called the media, online and off. Or I can give thanks for the opportunity to live my life. No politician I know of will clutter my head. There are so many good and beautiful things in the world, I want to do them, see them, and think about them. Hatred, rage, and contempt are not allowed.

Maria’s Monday Morning video reflects her perspective and empathy. I search for the same thing on my blog, a safe place where the only nasty messages come from me, and very few of those. Have a great week. Life is good, and Grandma Moses was right—it is what we make of it. I want to make a lot of it before I die.

Maria’s Monday videos have been posted on her blog for over ten years. A few months ago, she permitted me to post them on my blog on Mondays, too. As the week begins, I hope they will set the tone for my writing.

 

 

20 April

Abstract Flower Art, Sunday, April 20, 2025, Easter. “The Look On Her Face Was A Dream…” Guess What? Birds Are Art. See You Tomorrow

by Jon Katz

Roses, by Mary Oliver

‘The look on her face in a dream

stayed with me all day.

Like a promise I had failed..’

 

 

 

Not that I had made any —

Not that I could remember —

But she was looking into the north…”

 

Where nothing lives but white clouds

Of crying birds, like bits of snow.

And the grass on which she was standing…”

 

 

And the roses thick on the fences

Were soft and bright, able to renew themselves

As a woman, finally, cannot do…

-By Mary Oliver.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guess what, Jon? Birds Are Art…

20 April

Photo Journal: Mass MOCa In Massachusetts. Maria In Color And Black And White

by Jon Katz

Mass MOCA, the vast museum once a massive mill in Massachusetts, is one of our favorite places to go. I love photographing Maria and trying to capture her deep love of museums. We were sad today. We had to kill the White Hen. Her arduous struggle to stay alive and fend off ended when some flies began to feed on her, a sure sign her death was near. It was time to put an end to it. The mites and flowers know when death is imminent.

 

The huge converted mill is worth the trip alone. The renovation is a stunning piece of art, almost half a mile long.

 

 

Maria powerfully bonded with the chicken. She loved taking care of it, and I was deeply touched by how this chicken turned to her, trusted her, and kept our promise to have a peaceful and caring death. The two were able to talk and listen to one another. I knew the museum would perk her up, and it did.

The museum trip felt good, as it always does. The size of the exhibits is breathtaking.  It lifted us up. I love seeing her joy and affirmation when she can look at that beautiful art.

I can’t resist trying to capture her love of art. Mass MOCA put it in focus in many ways. I took a few color photos as well as black-and-white photos. It is a powerful experience. Come along. I was proud of us, especially of her.

(Maria is the dot in one of the museum’s enormous display rooms.

Maria is never unhappy in an art museum.

Maria says she will miss taking care of the White Hen. I will miss the beauty of seeing the bonds that can form between humans and animals.

 

Walking down a narrow hall.

 

Tea, the gift of calm.

20 April

Beautiful Easter Morning Let’s Resurrect Love And Empathy

by Jon Katz

We’re off to a museum, taking the day off from the food pantry to mark Easter and give everyone a breather. Thanks, thanks, thanks. We’re taking the rest of the day off.

Morning light.

The Besties on their daily walk.

Landscape, dawn.

Maria, you kept faith with the White Hen to the end, as she was faithful to us for 12 years. As promised, she died in comfort and with dignity.

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