Now What Do We Do?
"Someday you will. Yes, and some days you do." I'm coming to the end now of what I've so endearingly called, "my anger book." I started it almost a year ago. Truly an enigma, this emotion that slips through my fingers, claws mysteriously at my veins and puzzles my brain. It's been a process of waking up to my anger and asking how can I use it for good? How can I bring it out of the fog and into the light? I suppose I would first need to believe that it is worthy of mention. For me, I've learned that I need my anger. I need to befriend it. Without it, I get lazy and act without conviction or direction. I wonder how I was able to live for so long without letting it spill out. I live in a culture that is fueled by misdirected anger. Whenever we truly are granted the space to face the root of our anger, do we carry on in self-justification or do we hold it with open hands,releasing it upwards towards redemption? As far as anger with words...