Ecc 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh.
There are rare and sacred moments when the most organic gift appears, and though it may leave as quickly as it comes, it can interrupt the darkness all around. The world may seemingly be falling apart between us, we as friends may be at war even, but the sound of laughter can be heard from one small corner as it spills out and fills in the deepest grooves of sadness within us.
We wept in silence, shed tears in conversations, and fell so far apart. Through our personal, particular, and often lonely journey the one thing that allowed us to come back into agreement, was laughter. It didn’t have to be the joke told, or the funny memory shared. What brought us back together was the sound; the harmonious chuckle that dried our sorrows, worries, and cares. Weeping brought us to our knees, and laughter picked us up.