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To everything— There is a season— 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 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
Rick Rubin • The Creative Act: A Way of Being
Memory is meant to be given. It isn’t held well alone. It is meant to be held in a collective and across generations. Memories that remain exclusive to a particular individual or even community are at risk of becoming false.
Cole Arthur Riley • This Here Flesh: Spirituality, Liberation, and the Stories That Make Us
“Humans are not meant to keep exact time,” the Native poet Sandra Ball once said. “We are meant to live within the confines of seasons, light and dark, and our own body’s rhythms, which are not the same from day to day or from year to year.”
Mary Retta • on vibing
Annika Hansteen-Izora • Time is Water
Nothing can stop the passage of time, but when we take refuge with God, in God, then time takes shape; we are able to count our days and make our days count. Finding meaning in time and finding one’s secure place are intimately related in this psalm.
Nehemia Polen • Stop, Look, Listen: Celebrating Shabbos through a Spiritual Lens

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In nature, some seeds lie dormant in anticipation of the season most conducive to their growth. This is true of art as well. There are ideas whose time has not yet come. Or perhaps their time has come, but you are not yet ready to engage with them. Other times, developing a different seed may shed light on a dormant one.