Swords and icicles…

The sun sets on another day…

As the snow falls and the temperatures plunge with them, we start to see icicles form on homes, cards, or anywhere we see water. Some are small, some are large, but all reflect whatever light they find, sparkling like fire in the sky. 

You know, icicles are formed over a short time by the water being heated (I know, where did the water come from) enough to melt and as the drip slowly makes is way to the ground, refreezing. The patterns are not set. As such no two icicles are the same. As they melt, they often fall, clearing a path below or making a pile of glass like shards that may become a mess.

Funny huh?

Yes, here is a case of analogies. (and you don’t need an antihistamine for these) We as people build our issues like icicles from a roof. They hang sometimes small and tight, and sometimes long, sharp and near deadly like impatient swords waiting for a target. We create these from our pain, our sorrow, mistakes, and bad choices in life. These icicles can be massive, and sometimes they are hard to be rid of.

Our hearts need to put out the heat to melt the ice of our icicles, and eliminate them from our lives. Sometimes edges may fall and there may be repercussions, but I feel strongly the better solution is to focus on the positives in life and lose the low hanging ice that threatens not only each of us, but our friends, family and others as the pains of the past hang desperately from the sills. Dickens looked at it as though we built chains in life, but I think icicles are more appropriate because sometimes people take the icicles they make, and swing them at other people. (Icky)

 The point is, it is the warmth of our passion that melts these icicles and lets us break our bonds and find happiness. We can be stuck in the icicles, imprisoned in a cage of our own making, or we can use truth, and passion to break free and become more, and more excited about everything in life. 

Personally, I would like to be free of my icicles, because sometimes they fall on my head, but it is a journey I too must take.

(Yes, figure this one out)

So as the sun sets on another day consider the icicles you have forged and what threat they are to you, and to others, then find a way to eliminate the from your life by experiencing the warmth and passion that is in each one of us, no matter what.

Sleep sweet, love life, and stay warm….


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