Turn, turn, turn
I drove down a street where there used to be an urban farm and a community garden. The farm is gone, and the corner retail lots look like something’s about to happen. An existing building just got a new mural, painted by my friend Kyle. This one little part of the mural stuck with me all day. I kept thinking about how with everything — farms, gardens, businesses, people’s lives — there is a season, turn, turn, turn. And, yes, we can turn it all around, these losses that we feel when things supposedly fail, if we can somehow start to understand that it’s most likely all in the timing.