TURN TURN TURN

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.


It's time to return to work; people to see, friends to love, an agent to apease. It's time to write words again - better words. Always better words. The desire to communicate ... in ... plays alone, plays with another, plays for others. Contests. Words. Acting and writing classes to teach. It's more than making a living. It is living.

It's time. Time time time. Turn turn turn.

JB


And how was your day?