There is something new growing in my gratitude garden this year,
this odd fruit of thanks for the crisp, clear gift of anger,
the way it tolls like a bell
when we need to stop and pay attention
to the sound our heart makes when it needs to be heard above the roar,
shaking and quaking that something feels false
and needs tweaking,
some line needs clearing,
some part of our voice needs hearing,
something fuzzy needs sorting
till it’s shiny and singing true.
It’s a gift and a grace to get angry and I’ve left it often unwrapped,
trying to walk off the burn
instead of letting it whisper it’s wisdom
and lead me back to my dislocated parts,
to healing and gathering me whole again.
There’s this sweet, wild smell about it all.
a freedom for my heart kind of thing.
It’s joy to finally recognize something as gift
when you’ve spent too much of your life apologizing for it.
“Bitterness is like cancer. It eats the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.”
I’ve been celebrating some of the sweetest gifts in my life
those of you who read and take the time to leave a comment
(pure joy to my heart, those).
Each week I’m drawing a name from those who stop and say hello,
just a little giveaway….a happy surprise package,
a sort of love bomb:)
(This week I drew the name of beautiful and dear to my heart
I’ll be drawing another name on Saturday.