We believe in barns—not just as buildings, but as metaphors.
The Mind Barn is where stories are stored in hay bales,
where donor moments hang from rusted hooks,
where every ladder leads to a forgotten game,
and every storm cellar hides a truth too soggy to explain.
We archive chaos as folklore.
We celebrate the micro-moment.
We turn logistical disasters into annotated comedy.
We believe every spreadsheet is a stage,
every thank-you note a poem,
every booth a portal.
The Mind Barn is not a brand.
It’s a barn door left open.
Ideas escape. Visitors wander.
Some paint the walls. Some fix the roof.
Some just sit in the loft and listen.
We welcome the whirlwinds.
We honor the orange.
We build legacy from laughter,
and we never underestimate the power of a good bun pun.
There is an annex.
There is a Route Cellar—your portal to faraway fields.
There is a Cheese Loft, a Bidet Disaster Wing, and a Plum Jam Studio.
There is mystery in the rafters.
There is memory in the mudroom.
This is not a website.
This is a living structure.
A place to play, archive, remember, and repair.