Life, as described by Solomon and experienced by all of us, has its cycles. There are beginnings, middles and ends…and then there are new beginnings, new middles and ends…and so it goes.
Solomon described it well in Ecclesiastes and the Byrds took his words and put them to music in their song (written by Pete Seeger), Turn, Turn, Turn (To Everything There Is a Season) that was popular when I was a kid. The song also made an “appearance” in the movie, Forrest Gump. It speaks of how there is a time to be born, a time to die, and everything in between:
“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…”
It holds true in every area of life: physically, emotionally – throughout human history. Election cycles are called that because they’re cyclical. The evaporation/rain cycle is the same. The turning of the seasons are evidence of how things start up, exist, and wind down.
Right now this is beautifully displayed in the vineyards around us. Harvest has taken place, but there are still vines with some grapes left on them. The tiny buds and growing shoots of springtime gave way to lush greens and growing nodules of grapes that by fall had become the stuff of wine makers dreams. Now, as November has settled in, the winding down of the vineyards is evident. Today’s photo is evidence…even as there are still grapes, their time is nearly gone. I’m grateful for the passing of the election, but sad to see the passing of the color and the total loss of leaves. But, I suppose these things are necessary for there to be new growth and vitality come springtime. Still, I’m a bit nostalgic. I like the color…I like life.
TRIVIA FOR TODAY: alcoholics are twice as likely to confess their drinking addiction to a computer as they are to confess to a doctor, according to Wisconsin researchers.