A Rite to Rage: Sacred Rage Rites

I grew up being told that it wasn’t okay for me to be angry. This is something that my parents told me directly.

Good girls don’t get angry.

Nice daughters don’t react.

Hold your tongue.

I grew up with anger being a bad word, and not an expression I was allowed to feel or embody, especially at and about my parents. My parents’ anger and rage were not always proportional to what I did and so I grew to fear anger. I know now it’s because my parents didn’t have the capacity to hold it. They were not allowed to feel angry as children either. Their unprocessed feelings continued to live inside them, only to be misplaced onto me when they became adults.

“In an effort to be perceived as good, we have denied ourselves the potency of what rage can empower.” So says Meggan Watterson in her book, The Girl Who Baptized Herself. And yet, the good we are is inherent as to what it means to be human. Our goodness is not meant to be performative. Her book Mary Magdalene Revealed came into my life in a very timely way. One key take-away was the original 7 Powers of Mary Magdalene that later became the 7 sins; one if them was Rage that ultimately warped into a shadow interpretation of Wrathful Vengeance.

Now I know that it wasn’t that I wasn’t allowed to be angry, but that these feelings were too hard for my parents to navigate. They didn’t know how to temper their own anger or allow it to be present when they were children. This is especially true for my mother. So I internalized this inherited limiting belief that anger is wrong.

I no longer resent my mom for her anger because I know what to do now to let my anger be felt and processed, and move through me. I trust when i sit with a feeling, that feeling is telling me something: Resentment tells us that something needs to be expressed or grieved because someone else has something that you also want and don’t have. Now I sit with so much more wisdom, empathy, and understanding about my mom‘s anger as it was unexpressed pain, trauma, and grief that she also had to hold in only for it to explode.

She also inherited this anger.

Our foremothers were forced to internalize anger and become small, mainly because women’s anger was threatening. Not to ourselves, but to men and folks who wanted to re-shift power to benefit them.

“There’s a rage that love inspires that serves as information and there’s a rage that seeks to destroy. understanding the distinction between the two is the difference between healing and remaining in the grip of suffering.” Meggan Watterson.

Is it perimenopause or rightful rage?

Or is that the scream that has been living in your body the people pleaser or nice girl who is burnt out. Are you tired of being ignored or teased?

PMS as we know it has become pathologized and negative. So has perimenopause and the fact that so many women are wanting a divorce in mid-life.

Maybe that hot flash is your body screaming for your attention. Maybe it is your Inner Fire telling you have power. I have noticed that I often feel a surge of heat when I sit with a client who is telling me about an injustice, pain, or lack of support in their life.

Let’s take a moment to remember what our menstrual cycle teaches us. We go through inner seasons and moods with each menstrual phase. For instance, our Luteal Stage that appears right before our bleed is the Truth-Teller. It reveals what has not been able to happen for us – that can come with sorrow or rage. It is meant to be processed or metabolized. Our menstrual cycle is also connected to our motherline, the red thread that has continued down from our foremothers. It is also that cycles back each month in our own body. So often, the rage we feel now is due to a lifetime (or several) of not getting our needs met. That anger may feel disproportional to the specific moment, but it is a call for our attention for something to change.

It’s been a reclamation for me to listen to my anger as a messenger and having a rightful place in my emotional ecosystem.

I needed to heal my Inner Angry Teenage Girl

One key thing I’ve done to reclaim this is to repair what my body needs to express anger. That means moving it through, baring my teeth and making noise. It means embodying the sacredness of the feeling, and not the aggression that used to take over.

Speak your truth. Anger is a superpower.

It’s a reckoning.
It’s a re-wilding.

We have a lot to be angry about.

Anger is a valid response to something that happened. It is an oracle. It is a truth teller. It shows us a need or boundary has been violated. My anger is valid as it tells me something powerful. The difference is not taking this power and misusing it, but to let the power be an energy field within.

We know now it’s never too late to rewire and repair the needs that we had that weren’t met. So now, as I sit with the parts of me who have metabolized old stories, one thing that has been so helpful for me is to let the anger move through me and out. Doing it in a way that feels more like a channel versus a reactive explosion is the key.

My Parts Fight with Yours
It is when our Parts jump onboard the bus and refuse to leave the driver’s seat that conflict erupts. It is our parts that are in conflict with each other, both within us and between us. Maybe that thing we call mom rage is just a young part who’s screaming WHAT ABOUT ME? “Sometimes i wonder if the raging mother – me who fantasizes about throwing the pasta against the wall, is simply the acting out of my inner child who is angered and hurt at the injustice of being so chronically overlooked.” Anna Mathur

If we can slow down and sit with curiosity about a feeling we’re having, it is a messenger. It is trying to tell us something first somatically, and then we bring consciousness to it with our mind.

Those of us socialized as girls and conditioned to be good girls were taught to internalize our anger because being angry isn’t nice. And yet the world we live in is the opposite of nice. And so now our unprocessed rage and generational pattern of being quiet are starting to erupt. And maybe that’s exactly what those in power were afraid of so many centuries ago.

I believe that we are here now for a reason. What I’m learning and unlearning for myself and others is part of the alchemy that needs to happen for change to be manifested. This is especially true for those of us who have children in our lives (in whatever way) because they are the change that we need to keep this momentum going. I first had to unlearn that limiting belief that anger is scary or destabilizing so that my children can embody it more fully.

“We cannot contain our soft heart without a spine.” Adriana Rizzolo

Anger is a mobilizing feeling and expression. It needs to move to go somewhere. So, we need to listen to the soft animal of our body. We need to feel that anger rise as heat in our body, that fight that is trying to get out. It is not wanting to fight others but rather, fight for us, on our behalf. And yes, we need to thank it for its message, and turn towards it with love and understanding.

Our feelings have a somatic experience in our body. It is a sign of strength to have a wellspring of emotions. The fire inside me is my Inner Oracle telling me when something is wrong. Learning how to titrate it and still vocalize and let it be present is where the alchemical change happens. I’m reclaiming my anger as an Oracle messenger telling me that an injustice has been experienced. My anger isn’t just for me, but for all of us. And maybe that’s exactly what those in power were afraid of so many centuries ago. If we can slow down and sit with curiosity about a feeling we’re having, it is a messenger. It is trying to tell us something first somatically, and then we bring consciousness to it with our mind.

Midlife rage is unprocessed anger from our life and before our life. Our wombs and lives have inherited how our mothers expressed anger and conflict. Rage is present because it wants something to be different and it’s mobilized in our body and our nervous system as a fight energy. Sometimes it’s righteous or sacred rage because our needs or boundaries aren’t being met.

Often what happens is we couple anger with its shadow side of aggression and uncontrolled action. Anger shows us when our needs have not been met, namely, our boundaries and also what we find to not be aligned with our values. The more we keep our anger at bay it can become a volcano that explodes out of context or out of proportion. We can use anger as an Oracle, a Messenger telling us what our needs are. Anger is a mobilizing feeling and expression. It needs to move to go somewhere. Anger itself is only information. What we DO with it is what matters.

“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” Arundhati Roy

There is so much to be angry about and I think our right and rite to anger were the missing ingredient that is needed to create this change for a better world. Patriarchal forces don’t like us to be angry. So they made us internalize the anger as a bad feeling.

We need to move through this together to reclaim the rightful place anger has in our body and experience so that we can express it.

At the beginning of this year, I didn’t foresee that there would be a cascade of more violence, misogyny, and hatred. And yet I’m also not surprised. Maybe the momentum that we need to shapeshift into the fire horse energy of this year is embodying anger as fuel.

My Own Cat and Dog Fight

It’s end of the school year, and while my logical brain is organized with the summer plans, another part of me is a bit more hesitant to start summer break. I’m talking about my somatic side, the ever-knowing inner body language that holds a more quiet space for me. I’m a bit worried for summer this year.

I love summer – the farmer’s markets, the sun, the outdoor swimming, the warm evenings, the freezies. Summer dresses and sandals are my perfect outfit of choice, and i love summer evening bike rides with my love.

Now, as a mom to two school-age children, summer also includes regular sibling arguments, sand in their shoes and on my floor, popsicle stains on their faces and t-shirts, epic meltdowns after a day at outdoor camp, and time mostly with just the 4 of us. Day in and day out.

I’m a bit worried about how much the sibling conflicts will get in the way of summer fun. Even as I coach my children to see that the ‘worst day ever’ was just one part bad + other parts okay, we hold the anger and resentment in our bodies for a bit too long. My daughter bounces back much more quickly, and she is ready to move on, though not with an apology at her end. My son needs more time alone to get back to his window of tolerance, and then he sees where he made mistakes so apologies.

After a recent argument about which bike route to take, and my kids using their bikes as weapons to hurt each other, I reflected on how it all came to a head so quickly. And then I saw it: My son’s conflict instinct is to Fight /island /attack and my daughter’s is to Fawn/wave/pursue. In therapist language, my children have outright presented me with their conflict cycles and attachment style. As a therapist, I know how to support couples with this, so when i saw this dynamic in front of my own eyes, it was a light bulb moment.

My son’s sense of justice is so strong that he has a hard time seeing how his reaction can exacerbate conflict. It’s a beautiful thing to witness him wanting to hold the line around rules, order, and safety. And yet, that can mean other people have a hard time being heard by him. My daughter’s constant chatter and social butterfly-ism means she does not allow space for others to be heard. They are my own life size perpetual cat and dog fight.

So, this summer’s plan is still filled with pool trips, strawberry picking, camping, and reading. It will also contain some work on coaching my kids to help them with their relationship. For better or worse.

Wish me luck!

All the Feelings- Part One: Mom Rage

I never thought I’d be this angry. Or this often.

Who knew that things like
– My daughter not wanting to wear underwear under her dress
– My son refusing to get dressed for school
– My children bickering with each other for the 100,000th time this week
– My daughter threatening to not eat dinner/lunch/breakfast unless she gets candy
– My son tripping over the Lego he didn’t put away
– My children bickering for the 200,000th time this week
– My daughter refusing to pee even thought it’s been hours since the last time
– My son refusing to poo even though his whole body is ready to explode
– My children bickering for the 300,000th time this week

Really, I had no idea that I would be this mad when I became a parent. It’s a bit of a regular thing these days. I am working on it: I have to, I know. If not for the fact that I help others with their feelings, but also so that my neighbours don’t wonder why my daughter is calling me a stupid butt face. Again.

I used to be so happy, relaxed, easy-going… Well, maybe not all three all the time. But each concept is definitely something I remember feeling pre-kids.

I love all the books out there. I especially love the idea of Peaceful Parenting ,Playful Parenting and Simplicity Parenting. See the trend? It sounds so easy! They all sound good and I know they work. I also know that my kids, especially my youngest, are just not developmentally at a place where they know how to regulate their emotions and problem-solve. I also know that Non-violent Communication works and it takes time. But kids’ attention spans aren’t so conducive to long chats about feelings and compromises.

I have learned over the years that my children’s bickering is a trigger for me. While in know i must have bickered with my own sister, i remember more clearly that i wasn’t allowed to be angry with my parents. I also know that the trigger i feel in my body in response to their defiance/stubbornness/automony is that i don’t recall having a right to those feelings when i was a kid.

So, it’s a bit of dance. These feelings of wanting them to not be afraid to speak up for themselves, and to be ok with feeling angry. I know that anger is not a bad feeling, and i’m trying to teach my kids to catch it in them before they explode. And i’m trying to do that for myself too.

I love the charts and posters and reminders i can find on Pinterest that give me pause to explain why Child A is upset. I also love all the suggestions on Pinterest that encourage me to walk away, hold my rock, breathe, and be Zen with my anger. But hello, have you met a quick tempered 5 year old who does. not. allow me to go to my room for a minute? I remind myself that she hasn’t learned to regulate her emotions yet, that her brain literally hasn’t developed that oh so important tool.

I am a bit of a brain geek right now and i love how it is keeping me present with what is going on right before my eyes. The book Whole Brained Child is a great tool for instance. There is a great summary of the book here, that highlights some good tools to use to help your kids with their own feelings.

As to my own journey, one thing i’ve learned is that i can forgive myself for being human, to repair my relationship with my kids after we bicker, and i can model both how to take care of myself and be in control of my anger. I’m not such a fan of the term ‘mom rage’ as it minimizes the anger, and it assumes that only moms can be angry over trivial things like all the times my kids hand me their garbage to put away. I’m not a garbage can. I guess that’s another story. But my point is that i have learned how to catch my anger rise, and to take care of myself. Its’ not so ugly or scary anymore. I just wish my kids could just hurry up and develop this tool as well.

What are some things you do to help you when you’re about to lose your shit? I could use some new tools.

I am NOT Your Servant

bunniesI’m going to share something with you that feels a bit vulnerable. As a therapist and someone who helps others keep their shit together, I want to be authentic that I also make mistakes. And that self-care is something that is right up there in importance to me, but I too need to work on creating a better balance.

My youngest is about to turn 5 in a mere few days’ time. She is my sidekick mini-me. But she is also the one that can push my buttons like no other. I relish the idea of her being fierce (my eldest child’s favourite word to describe something powerful), and I also feel so torn that she is displaying her fierceness at me.

I love the new saying “…nevertheless she persisted “not only for the feminist in me, but also because it describes the relationship I have with my fierce and strong-willed little girl. I can’t wait for her to release this power on others as she grows up, but until then, her dad and I are getting the brunt of it.

This weekend was a busy one for our wee family – I think we had a record 3 birthday parties to take the kids to. I know it was also a special New Moon this weekend, with an eclipse that was told to pull our energy and resources. So…I know all this in theory.

But, come 4:00 on Sunday, my energy was tapped. And my sweet girl’s body was feeling the tug and pull of sugar highs and lows. As a parent, I like to think I have a good insight to why my kids act they way they do. As a therapist, I like to think I know how to take care of my own personal needs too.

As a human, I did not listen to either of these wise hats but rather reacted with pure raw emotion. My daughter’s incessant need for me to get her bag, feed her, make her something, fix something, carry her finally released my own fierceness. Not in a way I wanted but in the way that can come out at times.

So, in my anger I yelled at her “I need a break! I am not your mommy for the rest of the day.’ Knowing right away how awful that sounded, I promptly took that back and yelled instead ‘I’m not your servant for the rest of the day. I will make dinner and eat it with you but that’s it.’ Gotta draw the line somewhere right?

Well, we were both shocked. But she heard me somehow. Somehow she realized I needed some time to myself. So, while I baked cupcakes to feel better, my daughter kept herself busy for over an hour by making herself some new stuffies. She found the paper, staple, stuffing, and made 3 adorable little bunnies all by herself. For an hour I had the time I needed to work on decompressing.

I’m not going to bore you with the details of the other argument I had with my kids later that night, that ended up with no one eating the cupcakes I made. It was ugly but I can look back and see that I needed to let this out – to take care of myself and to show myself and my sweet kids that I too have a limit and my window of tolerance was too small.

I share this to show that no one is perfect, and to also highlight why self-care for us as parents is so important. I love the analogy of the oxygen mask on airplanes – we are indeed supposed to put the mask on us first so that we can better care for others. I share this with you to show just why we need to.

I blame the New Moon Eclipse in Pisces.