Fear and Anger, those two friends, one on each shoulder ever since I can remember. It’s not like one is the angel and one is the devil. It’s like both are both. And it is my job to discern when to let one of them drive the bus for a minute and when it is my turn to take the wheel.
Fear often keeps us alive and then it also often keeps us from living. When do we take risks to live more fully? When do we stay “safe”? Safety being a relative term. The world is inherently unsafe. Every time we get into a car, we are taking a risk, right?
So many of us have been harmed and our bodies do not even believe it is safe to be in a body. While on some level, that might be true, how do we accept that and breath into whatever relative level of safety each of us lives with?
Anger lets us know when we need a boundary. It protects, except when we are so angry that it keeps us walled off and separate when we really want love and connection.
I cut all my hair off today. On the new moon I will burn it as an offering and a prayer that I may continue to learn when fear and anger serve me and when they keep me from being as alive and in love as I want to be. I pray for compassion for myself and for all of us as we continue to learn this.