A time to be born, and a time to die

For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die; Ecclesiastes 3:2


Photo used with permission: © Fabrizio Pece

Despite my mum arriving at the Duke St Hospital in the full swing of labour with me, the staff couldn’t admit her. At the height of the baby boomer years, it wasn’t uncommon for Labour Ward to be full.  My mum and dad were rushed by ambulance out of the city to a tucked away place they had never heard of.

Lennox Castle was an institution built for societies ‘misfits.’  A purpose built wing had been added as a maternity hospital to cater for the city’s overflow of mothers.

When I reflect on the story of my birth, I can’t help feel the irony. In one section new babies created an atmosphere of new life.


Lennox Castle  Photo used with permission: © Jacha Hoste 

Permanent residents in the main area have recounted tragic stories of their time there, describing the insidious death of their spirit.

Following the movement of de-institutionalisation, Lennox Castle stood in ruins for a number of years and has since been demolished. This photo reflects for me today’s verse, ‘a time to be born, and a time to die.’

It’s symbolic of what has become my life work with vulnerable communities, many who struggle with mental health issues.

What else was happening in the world around you? Did the circumstances impact your life as you experience it today?


Spend 5 minutes writing about your own ‘time to be born.’