We watched Dr. Strangelove tonight and my son asked a little about the cold war. Bombs that weren't dropped, threats never really carried through. The cold shoulders are what named this war, this period in our history.
We all have our cold wars. It might be against a neighbor or a coworker, or even something intangible, like a principle we are counseled to live by, like eating dinner together as a family or paying our debts. And if there really is someone who has avoided cold wars I would be surprised. We get defensive, mostly out of sheer self-protection, and our shoulders freeze up like icebergs.
I am guilty of this. My best self (the one buried somewhere in there) wishes that I could face everything head-on, with a smile, and solve it. But then my worst self (right on the surface) turns that shoulder just enough to make a point.
I need a nice warm electric coat to warm me up. I miss people sometimes because of the cold. I miss blessings. I miss opportunities. When have you been chilled?