“Until I thought of myself as the sea I used to separate good days from bad until I thought of myself as an ocean. I used to slice times I felt strong from when I felt weak until I imagined myself as the sea. Calm and rocky, wild and soft, still and powerful and vast and more than any one thing. In the ocean, it’s hard to divorce one mood from another, one wave from the next. Now, on my worst days I think how good life is too, how I still can greet joy while swimming through grief. How fragile strength sometimes feels. How I’m not any one thing in any one moment on any one day. I’m all of it and all of it is me.” -HannahRoWrites “Columbina”, oil on panel, 40”x 30”, priv coll.