Maria and I and Red returned to Bedlam Farm this afternoon. I wanted to pick up Orson’s grave marker, at the top of the hill, and we had to get some things out of her Studio Barn. There are still things in the house we needed to remove, and it was emotional for both of us to go back there, as it always is.

So many memories, feelings, experiences. Orson buried on the hill, Rose’s ashes by the pole barn, Izzy in the garden, the path, the chairs on the top of the hill where I read St. Augustine to the dogs and began another leg of my search for a spiritual life. The Studio Barn where Maria and I came together and where she came alive with her art. A place I wrote seven books. Wow, can any place ever match those kinds of memories and experiences, including divorce, loneliness and a painful break down. I stood where the HBO film crew first interviewed me and plotted their movie.

We both were shaken by it, can’t do it too often. I hate to see it in limbo, such  beautiful place, but it is being well cared for and maintained. I’m putting up a photo album of the visit on Facebook.