to everything, there is a season

As winter gives way to spring, so too the changes in our lives.  Things we set in motion when the first frost settled on the ground those many months ago have taken root and begun to sprout. Life does not always render itself to if-then statements as tidily as do computer programs.  For computers, the if-then algorithm plays out in milliseconds.  In our lives we experience, as the Buddhists would say, an interdependent arising in which everything arises from multiple causes and conditions, many of which we initiate and some seemingly at cross-purposes when they become manifest.  And it is only in retrospect that we see that everything was so perfectly predictable, we could have written the script ourselves.  Change is in the season.

I lost a dear friend a couple weeks ago.  Actually, "dear friend" trivializes the depth and significance of the relationship (as it does all of the most significant relationships in my life.  They are always more than dear, occasionally more than friends). I will write a tribute to him when the time is right.  He deserves no less. .

For those too young to remember the song, you are even younger still to know its source:

Ecclesiastes 3  1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace

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