For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die…
Ecclesiastes 3.1
It seems I’ve been traveling quite a bit in the past couple of months. Between the ups and downs of airplanes, I felt the undulating cycles of life. The trees and plants are in different stages of emerging and fading, creeks rejuvenate after a stretch of drought, the moon waxes and wanes and the tides rise and fall.
The ancient cultures understood the constant rhythm ...
Published on January 24, 2024 16:49