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, a time to reap 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.
Nine years ago, when I was writing my first Wellness Recovery Action Plan, I noticed a special trigger that I referred to as my Bermuda Triangle.
August was a month where I had a birthday and a week with two anniversaries. So the month had a lot of triggers in a close period of time.
Five years ago, it extended a few weeks farther out. So that it began today, my sister’s birthday.
All told it encompassed a lot more loss, over the past nine years.
This year, it started earlier than ever before, a month ago, on my brother’s birthday, and will go a few weeks later, up to my mother’s birthday.
The last year, was one of the most challenging, I never expected to lose my remaining family so close together. But I also realize that this is a normal response to loving others.
There is a time to live, and a time to die…
There is a time to dance, and a time to mourn…
And a time to love…