Saturday is important, too.

It’s Easter Saturday, here in the southern hemisphere. The strange, in-between day; the hiatus between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. I think Easter Saturday is a slice of reality. We can be so caught up in our own grief and pain, that it comes as a huge surprise that the rest of the world is continuing life as normal. Here we are, wrapped up in sorrow and introspection, and there’s the rest of the world going camping, playing sport, hunting for bargains in the local shops, doing a bit of D.I.Y around the house, as if nothing momentous has happened. But, that’s how it is: life continues. For those of us who are grieving, Easter Saturday teaches us that grieving is a natural process that has its own rhythm and timing.  Saturday is just as...

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