The Twisted Gypsy

I am going to keep the ‘filling in’ on the last 3 weeks going for a while…

Put almost 4000 miles on my car in less than a month.

Drove to Pittsburgh to pick Margie and Mats up from the airport. You have to love Squirrel Hill. HAVE to.

Back at New Zoar.

One night we acted like real pioneers and Peter cooked us dead animal over an open flame. You notice I say ONE night.

Some of our other collaborators.

Piling into cars like 15 year olds.

We broke some stuff.

These parking meters were .10 cents for 2 HOURS. Umm..what?!?!

We were a motley crew that caused a ruckus every time we went into the very small village of Carrollton. Here we are making a scene at the only diner in town.

The gazebo where yoga took place and twilight dinner was had.

9 people in a kitchen cooking?

This is how that worked out…

A hike to a near by beaver pond.

bones

Margie just got a taste of some ‘earthy’ spirit.

Rick Gore or Napoleon Dynamite?

On our one night out we drove to the town of Zoar (that New Zoar was named after) and had a German feast!

The time in Ohio, at the farm, was absolutely wonderful. A brand new show has been born and will now take on a life of its own. I cannot wait to see what happens with “The Gloaming.” So, I couldn’t post pictures for weeks…so now I am going to go on an escapade that will last all week. Here is the begining:

“Magic, if it is to exist, requires that you believe in it with all your heart. ”

The “New Zoar” crew.

This is the old house at where I slept and where we all would cook meals together. It was haunted…for real, but only by good ghosts.

The chicken coup hotel rooms where some of the gang stayed.

The “barn” in which we trashed while we wrote songs and talked endlessly.

The creative flame that lasted for a week.

Marcus, acting all butch, mowing the lawn.

Umm…the mowing did not go so well.

See the rainbow?

I am so out of touch with the real world right now. At first, I kind of thought I would lose my mind- no cell phone, very sloooooooooow internet connection that only works when it feels like it, no place to go, no one to meet. Now, I must admit that this break from reality is an amazing gift. It is easy to say “I rely to much on technology” but it is not easy to let it go. These weeks have forced me to let it go. In the letting go, I have been able to be free and creative and in the moment, every moment.

This farm is incredibly beautiful. The people here are incredibly beautiful. The creation that is coming from this process is incredibly beautiful.

Spring has sprung.

I arrived in Ohio this week to embark on a 2 week creative journey without any distractions from the real world. 9 artists have gathered here to write a show- to give birth, along with nature, as spring blossoms.

We started a fire the first night that we have not let die.

This house is 200 years old.

My cell phone does not ring because I get no service.

There is nothing but silence and no silence at all from nature’s chorus.

Hot tub.

One million stars.

Petals snowing down from the trees.

Riding lawn mowers.

Bees.

A big kitchen.

Beer.

A gazebo.

Stretching.

Guitars and a piano and lots of singing.

Brainstorming.

Buzzing.

Peace.