I don’t remember where it came from, although that’s no surprise anymore. But I do remember what it means. I am the Shield, and She is the Sword. A Shield can be a weapon unto itself. Wielded with hammer blows. But a Sword is superior. A Sword can be a defence method. Who wants to walk into a whirling blade? But a Shield is superior. This long suffering metaphor is intended to emphasise the power of being together.

Forget not who you are, my darling.1 Burn fierce, burn bright. Above all, burn as you are and as you will to be. What colour is a person’s fire, you ask? It depends. This particular consuming conflagration I think is like molten snow. Liquid heat infused into ice. A delicious contradiction that burns bright despite all reason and rule. You are magic, don’t ever apologise for the fire in you