Anger
Let’s start backwards shall we?
We don’t control our anger, our anger controls us. It tightens us up,
battens down our hatches, and brings us to battle stations, and out come
our cannons ready to fire!
Anger is a defense mechanism, like an ancient Man Of War, or if you’d
like, a Woman Of War! Anger rescues us from danger.
Anger is good. Anger is our ally. Anger is meant to be harbored in our
own port ready to defend us in case we are overwhelmed or hurt.
Anger is also bad. When our Man of War or Woman of War is unleashed
upon kind villages and towns, which are unsuspecting and undeserving;
or when only our pea shooter on the bow is required and we fire multiple
violent volleys of our 25 pounders broadside as overcompensations. We
learn to fear and regret our own anger and War-iorness.
Is anger good or bad?
How do we control our anger?
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When anger turns chronic and violent, or frightening, it can no
longer simply be managed, any more than managing the forests
and fumaroles of Mt. Saint Helen’s or any other volcano as an
effort to prevent an eruption.
Adult chronic anger is energy squirting out all over as the
vulnerable volley is fired violently up from within, and the hatches
are being battened down from without. Unhealthy anger is being
caught between the rock and the hard place.
Anger which turns to acts of violence and fear is hiding a deeper
meaning from all, a meaning which is vulnerable and frightened.
A meaning which desperately needs to be heard and felt from the
inside out, and not simply managed from the outside in.
More often than not, the child who expresses anger appropriately
finds the tears of vulnerability and hurt that the anger came to defend
against.
Anger is a protective cover over the tears rising to the surface.
And now it’s time to send a very special and very
gentle message to the little person deep inside:
The war is over! Open up those hatches! Reel in
the cannons. Reef the sails. This Man Of war, this
woman Of War is coming home! And home is
where peaceful and kind winds blow. Where
warnings are listened to and heeded. Where
vulnerable becomes safe once again.
Your Personal Muse has been on this voyage and
back many times and is ready to be your guide!
“Wow!, I can tell you are really angry!” Says Your
Personal Muse. And good for you, for you made it to
the here and now, and that is something to be proud of.
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