trays of ice cubes

Heavy

That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.

- Mary Oliver

I think grief is one of those things you have to melt through like a glacier - it's cold and terrible, but if you hover over it, rather than press it close to you, well... it simply won't evaporate.

The painting is one by Cassandra Barney called Spring. I swear, I felt some connection between the poem and the glacial colour palette/expression on the woman's face, but I didn't appreciate the appropriateness of the title till just now.

over the river and through the woods

"Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either."
-Golda Meir


Painting is by the lovely Cassandra Barney (and I *do* mean lovely, as I've had the pleasure of meeting her and she's delightfully impish and has a wonderfully warm vibe).