From "To everything there is a season," the phrase that hangs in my mind at this time is "a time to heal."
A few of the many holiday watercolor cards I paint are specifically intended for certain friends and relatives, because of subjects, common interests, histories.
These next six cards as the year ends are among those, starting today with another rendition of El Santuario de Chimayo in New Mexico, site of the miraculous healing dirt, a place of power and meaning to me and others I know.
A little of that healing dirt is in a antique bottle in front of my computer screen--it even heals spiritually and mentally because of the precious memories it brings every time I see it.
Here is Ecclesiastes 3:1-8.
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, And a time to die;
A time to plant, And a time to pluck what 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;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain, And a time to lose;
A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
A time to tear, 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.