We’ve take a big step towards a New Bedlam Farm, emotionally at least. We have found a place we like very much. There are some things to be worked out. We haven’t sold the farm yet, and we haven’t bought the new place yet. You know, details.  We feel very confident about both. Can’t say why, exactly, it just feels that way. It’s interesting. Homes, like dogs and other animals, define the passages of life. This New Bedlam Farm is the opposite of the current one. It has barns for the donkeys and pasture for them, but it is very different. Bedlam Farm is majestic, it sits on a hill. It has barns and sheds and a classic old farmhouse at the center.

The New Bedlam Farm is a writer’s place, and an artist’s place,  not a farmer’s place. It is nestled in the woods. It has a cottage where Maria could work and rooms with lots of space for me to write. It would be great for the donkeys and the dogs. It is near a beautiful stream. It feels safe, to me and comfortable. It was a writer’s house, and when we saw it, there were books crammed everywhere. Looking at other homes, I appreciate Bedlam Farm. It is special. So is the New Bedlam Farm, in a different way. Work to do again, fences, grounds, other things. Would  not have the space to sprawl we have now. But it’s difficult to describe. It fits. Walking there today, I wondered why it feels so right.

When I bought Bedlam Farm, it was the most extraordinary impulse. I just had to have it. This feeling is quieter, easier, more peaceful, but just as clear. The realtor says calls are coming in about Bedlam Farm. It is beginning to happen, I feel it. I always thought I had to make things happen,and now I think I just have to let things happen. It is very different marking the feelings between that time and this.