The harvest
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In the agricultural sense, it is the gathering of vegetables, fruits, and greens.
Biblically, it is understood as feeding the Spirit of God to reap indulgences.
Dionysiacally, my favorite is the vineyard, that moment when the grapes are at their peak, producing the most decadent wines and liqueurs.
In short, it’s about reaping what you’ve sown, and if you’re lucky, being rewarded.
It seems simple, but as they say, sometimes you sow the wind and reap the whirlwind.
The topic comes up because on October 13th, we celebrate Thanksgiving here in Canada, and its origin is precisely to give thanks for a good harvest, in the broadest sense of the word.
I celebrated it with immense gratitude, as a family with my children and grandchildren (two on the way), who are brave enough to dare to try my rudimentary cooking.
And as always, the harvest got me thinking and generated a question: at this point in my life, with my children grown, retired from the corporate world, and a solitary professional, what seeds do I still have to sow?
I can think of a few that I try to plant every day.
They are the seeds of inspiration.
The ones I water when I wake up and harvest at a moment of delight.
A poem, an inspiring quote, a sunset, a bad joke, words of love, like when my granddaughter tells me: “Nana, don’t sing!”
And why not? Thank those others who picked the grapes so I could enjoy a glass of wine.
At this point in life, I conclude that paths aren’t meant to be imposed, they should be inspired. It comforts me to think that the one I now travel is one that forges itself with that luminous and wild weed of inspiration.
And if those dancing ears of wheat somehow find their way into the paths of my children and grandchildren, perhaps one day they’ll remember me, not for my ordinary cooking or off-key songs, but as an apprentice poet and lover of bad jokes.
Happy Thanksgiving!
