Some recent life shaking events have got me thinking about the song “Turn, Turn, Turn”, by the Byrds. This past month seems to have been the season for things to turn, to change, to grow and to die. It seems that it is our family’s turn to see close friends and family members pass away. We will miss them immensely. Yet in the same turn of the wheel we see new arrivals into our life as family members move to our area and new friends appear in our lives to fill the gaps left by others’ passing. God closes and opens these doors at His will and it’s up to us to either leap through to the next room or sit still.
These are the times when an artist needs to be awake, be observant, be in the moment. This is where songs are born and stories are nurtured. The world changes around us incrementally moment by moment, and it is in these times of profound change that we need to keep our wits about us and take the time to just observe. To witness. To take it all in. And then, we do what artists do – we throw life-lines to the people around us that are sitting still – we pull them into the next room and help them see what they missed.
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time for 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