Anger can sometimes be portrayed as bad, violent, dangerous and associated with the masculine However if it is used in the right way it can be a really useful energy to help us get into our power.
Despite sometimes being an uncomfortable feeling I have learned to love, embrace and use it to fuel my passion. Being of British/Australian descent I sometimes fantasise what it would be like to be Spanish where it is more socially acceptable to express anger as a women as well as reveal your passion to the world.
If we can accept, own and feel anger when it arises it can be a powerful force. However if suppressed and buried deep in our unconscious it can become toxic and stand in the way of a healthy and fulfilling life and relationships. One little trigger may send you over the edge into a giant volcanic mess!
When anger arises I try and move it through my body weather that be dancing, punching, screaming into ocean waves or making space with a therapist to express it in a supportive context.
It may sound crazy but holding onto it is even crazier!!!
It feels powerful, real and reminds me I am human.
Anger or Frustration can propel us into change. It can help us discern what we do and don't want in life and enable us to have clearer boundaries and be assertive in the world.
I remember moving to a regional area and not finding a preschool which suited our family, I was really pissed off and angry that what I desired for our family hadn't presented it's self. That night I moved some energy and wished the right preschool would present its self. The next day I was compelled to drive out to a small country town to explore the area. I felt a huge energy surge move though me and then out popped this gorgeous little community preschool in a 100 year old building nestled amidst majestic bushland. My prayer had been answered! In this situation the anger had helped me get clear on what I want and move towards it.
Rather then fear anger can it be our friend? A motivator and instigator for change and a better life?
Would love to hear your journey with anger?
Last night I was breastfeeding my newborn when my 3.5 yr old then called for me cold and wanting a blanket. Then my partner in the next room, finding refuge from the guzzling sounds of breastfeeding requested a blanket for him also. As I juggle the requests/demands in the middle of the night there is a humble sense of fulfilment in keeping the boys warm and full.
Parenting has stretched me beyond belief. Nothing else has been so grounding and pushed me so fully into the world.
As I birthed my two boys, I also birthed myself further into the world. There is no escape with children. Although sometimes I do try ( chocolate, netflix and instagram provide brief pockets of distraction away from the sometimes mundane choirs of mothering).
Being a mama plants me two feet on the ground. A friend of mines dada once commented in his very aussie accent that for me parenting 'that will give er something to focus on'.
It has definately done that.
Pre kids I was a bit of a drifter who often spent summers high as a kite in love with that summers fling and winters indulging in pain and collapsing in sadness. Time was endless back then and a the palette of life completely mine.
Now time is to be shared and self sacrifice a daily ritual.
As I write this my eldest looks at me with his pleading blue eye's 'can we play?'
Mothering has been such a blessing to excavte my emotional body and bring old wounds to te surface. Regularl I feel stretched as my children grow I am forced to grow with them. To hold spce for there love, joy, pain and self expression.
My children are angels guiding me into my essence, my partner holding hands with me on this crazy journey. Dancing the days of caos and ecstasy.
Having children was always on my crads and friends could testamount my clucky maternal nature. Amidst the mountains of washing it is an absolute blessing to walk this planet as a mother.
Thankyou for the growth, the love and the raw rebirthing into the world I once ran away from.