“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
Could that be right? To become silent? Seems like the opposite of what I was taught. The practice of looking within to the place beyond the noise and chaos has helped me to substitute response for reaction and contemplation for blame. Anger is still a dance I don’t understand. I have heard it said that anger is a useful and healthy reaction to some situations. Anger frightens me. I have a history of throwing things and punching walls, anger and I are acquainted! I have felt the volcanic eruptions and now look for the release value before “it” blows. Still finding my way to making friends with anger.
I struggle to find my voice and use my words but it is getting easier to trust my innermost voice. In this way, aging is a true blessing- the mellowness that comes with having been around the block a few times.