From Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes - I just had to share!

Dear Brave Souls: one of the most beautiful poems on earth written from el cielo, is the one about Tis a time for all things... a time to plant, a time to pull up, a time to weep, a time to dance...

I sort of sometimes keep looking for these lines too...
a time to run down the road with your hair on fire...
a time to put out the fire with thimble after thimble of water
you have gotten somehow from digging your own well
with your bare hands...
a time to cuss a blue streak...
edit that: purples and reds, oranges and fiery blue steaks...
and a time to sing with the angels, especially
when tired beyond tired, alone beyond alone,
the song echoes beautifully then somehow...
a time to say no and mean it until hell freezes over... twice...
a time to say maybe forever...
a time to say yes nonprovisionally...
a time to "sit on the curb with friends
and stare down anyone who tries to park there..."
a time to walk some distance with those who suffer without end....
a time to carry those who cannot walk...
a time to crawl around barking like a dog over those who can walk
by themselves but refuse to...
a time to refuse the attentions of those who suck energy...
and a time to stop handing out straws and siphon hoses.
a time to lend energy to those we are called toward...
a time to be silent as a form of resistance toward what we are not.
a time to speak as a form of nonsense to make others laugh...
a time to speak gentle truth to the vulnerable...
a time to speak harsh truth to those who pretend vulnerability...
a time to not look in that closet...
a time to give up looking for a bag that will easily store the Christmas tree,
a time to play pick-up-sticks in all closets before their trochimochi contents
all crash down on someone...
a time to put on a wig and old coat and wander the streets
to see what life is really about this day for so many others...
a time that you no longer need the wig,
because the coat is really ancient now,
and in its snags and holes and rips,
finally you've sewn enough feathers on,
and they will not come loose in flight anymore...

and perhaps you too have your 'time for... and time for...' in mind.

In any case, whatever your own 'time for, and time for,' I hope it makes you smile and calms your heart. For everything there is a season, for everything under Heaven...

Here is the original in all its beauty...
with love,
dr.e

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

This ancient poem was set to music aprx one-thousand and fifty-two years after it was first written. Pete Seeger called his song 'Turn!, Turn!, Turn!'