"I take my rage to the river."
I am grateful to have Cartoogecheye Creek
to carry my rage to. It is faithful and loyal
in its presence, acceptance, and comfort.
". . .not to rid myself of rage
but to become a clearer channel
to meet the chest-scouring,
scab-clawing, cell-screaming,
throat-burning fury of rage
and remind my heart I can
know all this rage, can be
feral with rage and still
keep on loving the world."
I'm slowly coming to know the truth of this.
To know I can be feral with rage and
still love this gorgeous mess of a world.
May you find your place for channeling
the rage that comes from loving this world.
Namaste
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