A New Season

In the last couple of columns, I’ve talked about reflection, specifically my season of reflection during Lent. Now I need to share with you, readers, that a piece of my discernment over these last weeks has been that it is time for me to say goodbye to the writing of this column. I’ve enjoyed writing FOOD FOR THOUGHT, sharing all kinds of “food” from spiritual to metaphysical, kudos to questions, tough love to encouragement. FOR THOUGHT about loving yourself, celebrating our country, our freedom, peace, new beginnings; thoughts about presence, resilience, joy, and even about our mortality.

I appreciate so very much you folks who have encouraged me, debated with me,  or emailed me. More people have spoken to me at the dump (aka transfer station) than any other single location!

As I  wrote in my very first column, back in 2011:  “…..I aspire to, and hope to inspire you to, stretch and ‘chew’ on some of this FOOD FOR THOUGHT. Whether the column resonates with you, irritates you, or makes you laugh –  I hope it will make you THINK.”

If this column has encouraged you to THINK, perhaps a bit differently, then I have achieved my goal in writing it.  Thank you, thank you, thank you, ALL for the opportunity to share with you over nearly seven years.  I wish you all, blessings in abundance.  May you be as richly blessed in your journey as I have been.  Fondly, Ann Finnie

I leave you with two of my favorite quotes:

For Everything There Is a Season- The words to the song, Turn, Turn, Turn, by The Byrds as based on the scriptures from Ecclesiastes. But I’ll used the former…..

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

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

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

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

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate

A time of war, a time of peace

A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)

There is a season (turn, turn, turn)

And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time for love, a time for hate

A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

And……..I’ll ask you, in the words of Mary Oliver’s The Summer Day, “Tell me, what is it YOU plan to do with YOUR one wild and precious life?”