We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.
~ Carl Jung
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late.
~ Pete Seeger
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)….
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late
~ from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
~ arranged by Pete Seeger
~ performed by The Byrds
The election was amazing. Thank you for voting. And a special thank you to Gen Z for showing up. We are in good hands!
The Supreme Court, the election deniers on the ballot, and Trump have given us enormous gifts. How else would we have known that we, collectively: 1) want women to have sovereignty over their bodies; 2) tend toward a stable middle rather than either extreme; and 3) value and want to continue our democracy? A phrase from some years ago comes to mind: The Silent Majority.
Photo by Barbara
Theo Wirth Park