I brought a potter’s wheel
with me and set it up under the lean-to woodshed that became
my makeshift ceramics studio for the summer, set beside the
apple orchard, under the shadow of Mt. Adams. At dusk, after
the sun set and the desert air began to cool, I would sit at
the wheel and mold clay into thrown objects or pinch pots vessels
until the darkness set in and I could no longer see the clay…and
even then I would continue to work by touch and instinct. The
farm dogs would wait by my side to watch over me and walk me
back safely to the farmhouse to sleep.
Every morning before 6 am I awoke to join Carman in the kitchen
to cook breakfast together for the Farm staff and visitors.
Betsy brought us eggs daily that she had collected from the
chickens, and Carman and I would go out to the garden to gather
onions, potatoes, garlic or fresh fruits to use in the meal
preparation. We cooked and danced and laughed together all summer
long, sharing and listening to each other’s stories, celebrating
our joys together and weeping in moments of sorrow.
Carman taught me the art of making Indian fry bread, not from
any recipe but from the wisdom passed down through tribal elders.
Our hands worked together in a large bowl, where we swirled
warm water into the dry ingredients and worked it between our
fingers, speaking prayers and blessings into the dough. She
warned me not to bring any bad thoughts into the kitchen because
the negative energy would get into the food and make people
sick.
I taught Carman how to throw a bowl on the pottery wheel,
my hands wrapped around hers as we worked the clay together
between our fingers on the spinning wheel head. When the clay
would start to wobble I would remind her to ground herself,
find her center, and let that energy work from her spirit out
through her hands and into the clay. Indeed Carmen said that
throwing a bowl was one of the most centering and exhilarating
experiences of her life.
I love the moments in my life when I am taken out of the ordinary
and given a glimpse of the Peaceable and Just Kingdom. Last
summer, I had the chance to be living that reality. I was nurtured
and found mutual healing in my friendship with Carman and many
others at the Farm. I was witness to peaceful coexistence between
animal and people, the earth and her inhabitants, and was sustained
by the rhythm of life — laughter and play, hard work and
deep rest and recreation.
Starting in the fall of 2004, The Campbell Farm will host
Young Adult Volunteers who want to live in intentional Christian
community and spend a year in mission. The volunteers will contribute
to the total life of the farm in a team ministry model and will
work with one of a variety of community partners including Native
American youth outreach, chore services for the elderly and
disabled, Hispanic ministry with women and children, advocacy
work with farm worker issues, and after school tutoring, drama
and arts programming. Learn more about opportunities through
the PC(USA) for young adults through Mission
Service Recruitment.
The Campbell
Farm is located on the Yakama Indian Reservation in Wapato,
Washington. Its motto is “Caring for God’s Creation
from the Ground Up!” Through a ministry of hospitality
the farm seeks to model the peaceable and just Kingdom of God,
be ministers of Christ’s reconciliation especially in
a the culturally and racially diverse community, empower and
equip Gods people to experience the abundant life of Christ
and be good stewards of all of God’s creation. To learn
more about the Campbell Farm visit. |