To be aΒ Β husband, or a wife, a friend a sister, a brother a mother, a father an aunt, an uncle a grandmother, or a grandfather, one has to be a stronghold...an indestructible wall amidst storms and droughts, never to fall be thought of as Fire and Ice:
be the Fire, the steady flow of heat on icy, or wintry nights the wood crackling, to fuel the flames dying... a burning spur for the mind, when nothing comes out of the well fire to boost the wilting spirit..bringing in newborn courage... the warmth from hands that would hold... heal andΒ Β save to fight for those near you...even the ones farthest from you
be the Ice that never melts, right in the middle of the fire to gently freeze anger...hostility...madness neutralize the fiery air, to balance the atmosphere to be a cooler head, among violent minds make glaring eyes and deaf ears, receptive to reason from red-orange...be an icy blue...
"Are you a shrink?" i was asked once... the thought lingered for a while...
Why, maybe...yes! i've got no license, though all i have are experiences, a drop of wisdom...here and there from times, when i failed to notice what i was wearing even the weather prevailing because i was swimming floating, coping with troubled, murky waters...
As heads of our families Fire and Ice, we have to be...
Sally
Copyright September 6, 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan