I’ve made peace with my anger. If you’ve read any of my books, you know that it has been a struggle. We’re taught to let go of anger or that it isn’t polite or ladylike to be angry. What a farce. This doesn’t mean that I’ve forgiven everyone who has hurt me or that I am never going to have times of petulance. I’m talking about pure, wholesome anger.
I love my anger. It is the fearsome, warrior self I carry. One day, I was standing around, chatting with a Tarot student. He said, Have you ever noticed that gigantic energy behind your head? I answered, What do you see? He said, There is an enormous figure of a man who is literally all fire, holding a sword. Without hesitation I said, That’s my protector.
That protector is me. Within my anger, I acknowledge a tender and generous heart. But anger is an essential part of my makeup and I welcome that fierce, intense energy. At 46, I’m done with feeling bad about being angry. If more women would embrace their anger, this world would change. Anger can certainly be destructive without wisdom, but it can also be a cosmic catalyst. Even total destruction is creation — just with more chaos. Anger is part of the life force and I embrace it. More life, more life.