Saturday I gave my second poetry reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House. I managed to get in a few pictures of the farm beforehand. It is a lovely place, small and welcoming. Like many people who visit I particularly enjoy the giant old trees standing sentinel throughout the yard. These two-the far one by the barn being an old apple tree the animals appreciate-shelter a place where people tend to naturally gather. Whether it’s to hear poets read, as I did, or listen to Jon, Maria, or other artists and writers they host describe their work, the space feels like a very special kind. One as welcoming and open as the people who live there.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.