The Joy of a Great Harvest
June is the month in western Kansas when the hard red winter wheat is ripe and ready to be harvested. For the grains to get to the point of harvest, they endure quite a journey of development. The wheat is planted in the fall. Once it is in the ground, it depends on the forces of mother nature to cooperate. Some precipitation in the fall sets the process in motion. Snow over the winter is a source of moisture and strengthens the holding environment of the soil as it freezes. In the spring, the soil temperature speeds up the germination process, young blades of the plant emerge, and a beautiful expanse of green is created. That beautiful green expanse captures the sun's heat, grows the grain's stalk and head, and matures toward a harvest of grain. The process depends on patience and tending. The process also depends on a certain capacity to tolerate that which is out of one’s control. Drought, too much rain, not enough snow, wind, and hail can have disastrous effects on the outcome of harvest. Then there are those years when the price given for the grain doesn’t come close to what it costs to grow it.During the Monday listening sessions at the conference, facilitators formed three circles to capture what has been lost over the last years in ACPE, what has been gained, and what the hopes are for the future. Cecelia Walker and I captured what has been gained through changes in the organization: “Outcomes that deepen my work with students,” “The resource and wisdom of the psychotherapists,” “Feeling included,” “There is space for me,” “the certification process worked for me,” “a more engaging accreditation process.” The most powerful theme related to inclusion.
I included a Howard Thurman poem in the Wednesday night banquet address that has been echoing through my mind during this chapter of ACPE’s history. We all are different people than we were three, five, ten years ago. It is a fertile time.
by Howard Thurman
bringing no added joy to my days or lift to my spirit.
I will sing a new song.
I will sing, this day, a new song unto the Lord.
Thurman doesn’t say we forget the old song. He reminds us of the propensity we may have to sing it in the same way over and over. Like the red wing black bird’s song that pierces through the late winter and early spring quiet…we are in a new season.
During a wheat harvest, you must pay close attention to when the wheat is ready to cut. Every day you don’t get in the field, you risk the weather, you risk losing how many bushels you can get an acre, and you risk losing the health of the grain. I remember my grandpa walking into the field, looking around, taking apart several heads of grain, pausing there for what felt like a long time, and then walking out of the field and saying, “let's go!” meant get to work—the art of farming.
Thank you for being on the crew. “Let’s go!”
