“Some Say the World will End in Fire. Some say in Ice.” – Robert Frost

I have very few fears. One fear I do have is a fear of ice. Not the kind one piles on in a cool refreshing beverage, but the ice that comes with winter and cold. This winter has been trying for so many in so many ways (And always that nagging fear that Al Gore was right). For me, it has been ice everywhere at every turn. I am paralyzed with fear when I have to drive in it. I stay home if I know it is coming. Walking on it, is often times an unavoidable situation. In those cases, I stare straight ahead and take the tiniest steps one has ever seen. It takes me forever to walk 10 feet. When we were young, I would leave for the bus stop 1 hour before Johanna. All bundled up, I planned ahead and just took my little baby steps and determined to make it, I would take my time, eye on the goal. Then just as I was within sight of the bus stop, Johanna would go breezing by, never slipping, never falling – with all the confidence in the world. Fresh as she got in that extra hour. It was agonizing. I learned to deal with it. Each winter I knew it was coming. And each winter I adapted around my fears. The times the ice came unpredicted was the worst. For then I had to really put my head down, beat back my fear and on my way. Why did I not move to a temperate climate as a grown up, I cannot say. For then I would never have to deal with this demon. I love the Northeast and most times, I can avoid the menace of frozen water blocking my destination. So I take it in stride. Ice makes me cry on the inside. Even as an adult, I hate the sight of an icy path or patch I have to walk on for any reason. But I do it. I do it for I have places to go and things to do and people to laugh with on any given day. Ice is one of my obstacles that taught me about evolving to adapt. It isn’t a fear of falling, as much as a fear of failing. Fear of failing, I am sure plagues many of us. I have fallen so many times and no matter how slippery the ice of life, I get back up and continue on my path. It took me years to discern that falling was not failing. To me, as long as you are trying to be the best person you can be and trying to love the best you can and trying to help as many as you can in this world, you will not fail. No matter how many times you fall. Life is full of ice and sometimes it seems to stretch forever. One must take little tiny steps, or strong confident steps – whichever suits your temperament and core. Either way, we both get where we are going. Always remember the best thing about ice, is that it melts. One way or another, the sun comes out and puts the world back. One way or another, I either walk across it, or around it, or wait for it to end. With any cold in my life, I can wait out the harsh. So with an end to winter I will be celebrating with everyone else. You take your snow and ice and treachery – impose it on another time. We see the light coming. I feel the air shifting. Hope soars within us all for Spring. Bring on the Lion of March …………………………