

Here we are:
midweek of the first session of the Farm Arts Camp for the summer of 2009.
and, let me tell you, this is going to be great.
The terms, evolution and manifestation very well apply
to what has occurred in the 'off-season' at camp.
As Bob Dylan once wisely sang,
oh, the times they are a changin'indeed.
It has been amazing to watch this cohesive community of teachers and learners come together in just two weeks.
We're from all over the world, each with our own passions and intentions.
We are here to live in the woods for a while
to experience and truly learn something, really really learn something about ourselves.
My name is Ann'e and it is my first summer working for The Farm Arts Camp.
I am, as John puts it, the Chief Gardener.
I've also started our first composting system to make use of all the fresh food scraps
being generated in our gourmet camp kitchen.
I'm helping the camp become closer to sustainability.
I have been living at 1 Ballibay Rd. since late April
working through a cool wet spring building the camp's first organic veggie garden.
(I'll tell you more about that later.)
As I watched the quiet dusty barn buildings across campus spring to life
during our massive spring cleaning so named, Grunge Week
and bonded with my new co-workers during Staff Orientation Week
I finally started to get a good idea of the magnitude of this approaching experience.
My mantra for the season,
This summer will change my life.
Winter was tough.
Sort of chewed me up and spit me out,
and the state of the economy didn't help.
On New Years Eve I was in Ashevile, North Carolina
The town I had been drawn to
after graduating from Keystone College last spring with a BA in Visual Art.
I craved something different from the Pennsylvania Mountains I had grown up in.
Asheville, had creative vibrations that I couldn't resist
and so last June I packed up my '86 Volvo Wagon and went on my way.
Eight months later, still not grounded in a place I loved to be
I decided I needed to hibernate in my northern home for awhile.
So I packed up my trusty Volvo, yet again, and headed North.
Eleven hours later I was back with my friends and family
on the coldest day of the year.
I'll spare you the grim details of my personal experience of the recession
because I'm actually thankful for it.
Had the economy not crashed I may have never experienced Ballibay and The Farm Arts Camp.
That's so like me, sustaining positivity in the face of adversity, always.
I decided not to go back to Asheville for now, because I have such a strong feeling
that I needed to be here now.
Smart decision.
This blog will act as a record of the experiences we are sharing,
a little insight into my perspective
and the holistic vision of this community of creators.
So I'll be taking it day by day, just like the rest of us.
Stay Tuned and thanks for reading.
**Ann'e**
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