Yes, I still have a few discoverable icicles on the underside ... but life is fast and furious, and spring is here, so before long the thaw will have absorbed the daggers that threaten to dislodge and pierce whatever lies below.
Today? I am thankful for friends who breathe warmth into my atmosphere and inspire the flow of thought that frees me from paralyzing anger. It sounds more ominous than it is. But I am contemplating the value of melting rather than splintering. That moment of a satisfying, icy shatter probably only affects my own soul. Forgiveness is hard. But unforgiveness is harder.