Anger

I've always been a bit hotheaded mixed with mostly pretty calm.  I was actually raised with the ideal of the "angry young man" and my generation marching against the Viet Nam war was a bit of an angry generation.  Angry today, flower children tomorrow.

My father, a believer in righteous anger when called for ("sometimes the tables of the moneychangers in the temple need to be overturned!") started counting the price differently after he began having heart trouble.  He began to see that a banquet of anger left your own skeleton on the plate.  Indeed, a very close friend of mine who has had an extremely difficult year told me just two days ago that it finally had come home to his gut that anger hurts the deliverer far more than the receiver.

So too yours truly is changing on this front.  Mine is a slightly different force leading to less anger in me although what is written above definitely comes into play.  No, the prime motivator for me is that I find I am highly invested in life's creative possibilties and in the sharing I can find with other people.  I simultaneously find myself far less enamored of the battle, finding it endless on our political front and leading to nothing but impotent frustration.  On the personal front, I have decided some will either find their way out of holes dug by themselve on more of their own initiative or remain unnecessarily mired.  Of so many of these things, I am following up on last week's topic.  I am, in a very natural and spontaneous way, letting go!

Maybe today I am simply in my flower child phase, but I think it runs deeper than that.  I really think a change is taking place in me in the best way possible.  The change seems to be of its own accord and that I find to be a very encouraging sign.  Change you hope for is never as substantial as change you accept.