Monday, I started a new sketchbook. As I closed the last one, I realized that the last sketch was done on Easter. I started the sketchbook on Transfiguration Sunday. I don't usually have a sketchbook that begins and ends this way, perfectly synced with the season.
Here's the Feb. 23, 2020 sketch that opens the sketchbook:
I also wrote some haiku. The last one leapt out at me:
Tale of two mountains
Stay here in God's presence.
Golgotha summons.
Little did I know--even then, the new virus was making its way into new parts of our country.
When I got to the last page of the sketchbook, it was the Saturday before Easter. On Saturday, I created this sketch:
I have experimented with small dots and dashes in the past, but never crosses. I had Good Friday on my brain.
On Easter Sunday, I added a bit of color.
I'm taking an online journaling class, and we're working with a limited palette, so that's why I don't have the kinds of colors that my sketches usually have.
I have not been writing much haiku in these past weeks. Maybe I'll start doing that again.
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