The day in between Good Friday and Easter Sunday always feels odd to me. I want to say that "Christ is risen, He is risen indeed." But that is for tomorrow. And so today, I focused on cleaning my studio and then moved out to the garden where I cleared away dead material around the perennials so that the new green shoots have room to breathe. I am envious of my garden and studio. There is room to breathe. I want to breathe! I long to be made new.
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