Poking through the debris of the past, leathery veins of a former year, dried cells once transforming sunshine to vitality of matter.
Easter has passed, I've only associated it with spring, flowers, egg hunts and a sense of renewal, while many see it primarily as the resurrection of God's offspring.
Clutter in my house, clutter in my mind, past realities clinging like cobwebs and leaf skeletons make it harder to sort the electrons from the clutter in the closet. Hard drives full of jpegs, files full of tax forms, closets full of clothes no longer apropo for the current lifestyle.
But, inspired by spiky red shoots ripping through the blanket of duff, ready to test the air and the season for another turn at the horizon.
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