As you get older, you find that often the wheat disentangles itself from the chaff and comes out to meet you.
Years ago, during an interview for an administrative position in a school district in California, I was asked to name my three pillars of philosophy. I quickly named my three principles of education, but upon completion of my well-rehearsed answer, they kindly said, "Yes, we know what you wrote in your application package. We are asking on a more personal nature, specifically, on what do you draw for personal growth?"
In a speed-of-light review of my life, I offered this response:The three foundational pillars that continue to form the person that I am and the person I hope to be are:
(1) a strong belief that God exists, God loves me and a compassion for others. (2) a culture that believes in the strength of family and generational traditions. (3) a thirst for knowledge from enlightened minds.
Then I was asked, "How do they all interplay?"
(Hmmmm. Something I had not thought of . . . yet.)
Amazing how the mind reaches far back to where things are stored and presents you an image, one stand-alone image that won't let you go. I thought of the ring of flour with eggs at the center, and how my mom made her homemade pasta.
The doubt in me screamed, "Are you kidding me?"But it was the word 'interplay' that fired up this image.And I explained.
As a young girl, I would watch my mother make homemade pasta for Sunday dinner. She would spread out a bag of wheat flour on a board, making a large space in the middle where eggs would be dropped. A nearby bowl of water stood ready for use. After scrambling the eggs into a yellow center, like an orchestral maestro, she would flick each hand directing a section flour into the center. I would wonder aloud, why this and why that, but my questions seemed to interrupt the movements. So, I would just watch the ballet of her fingers until all the flour met with the eggs along with some splashes of water, creating a ball of dough.
I explained to the panel before me. The gathering of wheat goes back to early civilization, connecting us to our early ancestors. Sifting the flour removes all impurities. Eggs are the symbols of life, and the water for me represents knowledge that flows into the mix.In a real sense, the interplay of all three guides me, but the most important part is yet to come . . .
Out of the sighs of one generation are the kneaded hopes of the next. -----Machado de Assis
I explained: Kneading the dough requires the discipline of strength, perseverance and endurance . . . then the dough must rest, a space for reflection. To me, we cannot discount the process of reflection, which is the ongoing interplay of reaching forward while maintaining connections to the known.
The Parable of the Wheat and the Tares (Impurities)
Another parable He put forth to them, saying: “The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field; but while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat and went his way. But when the grain had sprouted and produced a crop, then the tares also appeared. So the servants of the owner came and said to him, ‘Sir, did you not sow good seed in your field? How then does it have tares?’ He said to them, ‘An enemy has done this.’ The servants said to him, ‘Do you want us then to go and gather them up?’ But he said, ‘No, lest while you gather up the tares you also uproot the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest, and at the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, “First gather together the tares and bind them in bundles to burn them, but gather the wheat into my barn.”’ ”
Life is a mixture of magic and pasta.