getting through the winter

Sometimes our hearts get broken in the long-short span of our lives. Sometimes we get busted up on the rocks of love and disappointment. Sometimes our knees get skinned and bashed around, along with our hopes. Sometimes winter seems long and cold, too sour and slushy to bear. And then we--astonishingly--begin to recover.  The gray slush and frozen chunks of the river begin to move again.

If you haven't read Dan Albergotti's beautiful prose poem, Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale, do that. And know that spring is coming, eventually. In the meantime, "listen for the sound of your heart."

Photo credit: Robert di Vincenzo | Ice on the Hudson 3 | 2014 January