Fragile Strength
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 split 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 of how good life is too, how I still can greet joy while swimming through grief. How fragile strength 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.
~ Hannah Rosenberg
Encaustic Wax on Cradled Birch Board with White Oak Frame, 9 x 12.
On display and for sale at Paul’s Homewood Cafe
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 split 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 of how good life is too, how I still can greet joy while swimming through grief. How fragile strength 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.
~ Hannah Rosenberg
Encaustic Wax on Cradled Birch Board with White Oak Frame, 9 x 12.
On display and for sale at Paul’s Homewood Cafe
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 split 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 of how good life is too, how I still can greet joy while swimming through grief. How fragile strength 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.
~ Hannah Rosenberg
Encaustic Wax on Cradled Birch Board with White Oak Frame, 9 x 12.
On display and for sale at Paul’s Homewood Cafe