Find Your Rage, Your Intelligent Fire of Wildness.
You don’t get to bypass your anger and your rage, and call yourself peaceful in your avoidance. Your ability to feel anger or rage is not an accident. On the contrary, it is a great gift.
Rage is an intelligent fire. It is infused with its own magic, and born of love. And we need this intelligent fire to unfreeze ourselves from the glaciers of time.
Rage is not innately ugly. That which summons it, usually is. The platitude Love is all there is does not also recognize that if this is so, then all things must be born of the One Love. So how do they become so distorted and painful on their ways down from eternity to the nitty-gritty human experience?
Rage is not hate. Hate emerges from rage not recognized, responsibility not taken, the projection of blame for one’s own suffering onto others who are not to blame.
Rage places responsibility where it belongs. Rage recognizes what our part is in our suffering. Rage also recognizes when we are carrying the responsibility that belongs with someone else. Rage refuses to carry the inappropriate burden of the choices made by others. Rage fights back for a change that creates balance and justice. Rage is not the great punisher, but the equalizer and the liberator.
If you do not walk through the fires of your rage, or you do not admit that rage lives within you, you cannot find the dancing prayer that opens the gates of The Wildness. You will have too many holes burned into your vessel. If you cannot hold it, you cannot experience it, and it will not free you, so you may not enter.
You will attempt to howl at the moon in all her glory, and your breath will escape from the hole in the back of your neck, or on the right side of your chest or out of your belly. You will wail and remember that your rage cannot be nearly as terrible as is life as a piece of swiss cheese.
Without your intelligent fire, parts of you will remain cold and isolated, separate from the hearth and home at the core of your being. They are there because you thought they were compromising your survival. But you can see now, can’t you, that without them survival is as good as it gets, and you want to thrive?
So find that rage, that intelligent fire, and call your children home. Release them from the bindings of blame and shame that is not theirs. Thank them. Welcome them. Feed them. Light up the night sky. Become whole, and let your rage be cleansed of guilt and shame, so it is given back its holy shine.
Rage can protect the innocent. Defrost the frozen, traumatized parts of your experience. Defend the sacred, the wild, and the natural. Rage can inform peace, but it won’t bring us all the way. No, for that you need everything you are. But without your rage, you won’t be able to retrieve yourself and become whole enough to find out.
Your journey is epic.
You are a miracle.
The Wildness is howling for your return.
Bring your rage with you.