Anger and Grief
Welcome to the vast expanse of your inner life, where even the storms of grief and anger can become pathways to wisdom and transformation. May love and grace hold you as you walk this sacred journey.
Grief arrives like an uninvited guest, shifting the landscape of our hearts. Its weight is unmistakable, and among its many facets, anger often rises unbidden. The power of our anger is not separate from the depth of our loveāit is woven from the same thread. Anger is natural, not a betrayal of our grief but an expression of it. It smolders quietly in the background or roars to life, searching for a place to land. Sometimes it fixes itself upon those we hold responsible. Other times, it turns toward the Divine.
When loss fractures the narratives we once relied upon, we find ourselves wrestling with questions too vast for easy answers. āHow could the sacred allow such suffering?ā āWas I wrong to believe in a love that would not abandon me?ā These are not failures of faith; they are invitations into its depths. The ground beneath us has fallen away, and we are left in the rawness of not knowing. Before we rush to reconstruct meaning, we might allow ourselves to be still in the wreckage, to honor the truth of our devastation. It is here, in the silence of unmaking, that something new may emerge.
The god we once clung to may dissolve under the weight of our grief, leaving us feeling unmoored. But that god was never the Mystery itself. What shatters in loss is the image we had confined the Divine within, revealing to us its insufficiency. The sacred is not lost to us, though it may now feel unfamiliar. In this emptiness, we are offered an unfiltered encounter with what is Real. This is not a punishment; it is a threshold.
Tears rise from anger, and in their flow, they carry more than sorrowāthey hold the possibility of release. Our anger, more often than not, shields us from a deeper hurt. To allow ourselves to weep, to soften into the grief beneath the rage, is not weakness. It is an act of self-respect. It is a step toward healing. In a world that teaches us to justify anger, to wield it as power, choosing to weep instead is a radical gesture. It signals not defeat, but transformation. Tears of anger, surrendered to their own flow, become the waters of renewal.
Let the tears come, not as signs of defeat but as vessels of release.
Let them carve pathways where anger has been hardened,
and let them teach us what we could not see before.
Grief is not our enemy.
It is a river carrying us home.