One of the activities I engage in everyday when possible is a walk along the Tomebamba River near my home in Cuenca, Ecuador. During this walking meditation my mind wonders along with that of the river. I love the sound of water. When the river is high, it blocks out the sounds of the city and my mind transcends to other worlds while my feet remain firmly in contact with the cobblestoned path. This path for a little while becomes a Yellow Brick Road into my own thoughts and life.
A Dialogue With Anger
Me: Whew! That one caught me totally off guard.
Anger: What make you have to be on guard for me?
Me: You are always a disruption to my status quo.
Anger: A disruption. A disruption you say? I am a part of you, an equal part of your emotional being as happiness or love. You just suppress me and let them run freely.
Me: I do not suppress you. The tension of opposites exists and, I am always surprised when you take the lead.
Me: Yes, because I create my happiness as much as possible, and love happens when it does. But you Anger. You are triggered.
Me: And you multiply that trigger to include each and every time you appeared in my life so that what is in front of me is not the issue. It never is when you appear. My anger begets the anger of another and you entwine us in your frustration, disappointment, failure to be enough, hopelessness and sorrow.
Anger: So you think you know me now. That would be a mistake.
Me: No Anger. I do not know you. I do know that you are triggered and that is your Achilles heel. Just as with my epilepsy I learn each day what situations, odors, lights might initiate a seizure, as I live my life I learn each day what triggers might awaken you. It has taken much of my life, unfortunately.
Anger: You must know all that anger management bullshit is just emotional redirection.
Me: Yes I do. You want acknowledgement as an equal in my emotional warehouse.
Anger: Now you’re talking…
Me: Okay. You got it. See you around Anger.
Anger: Wait a minute. Your are not getting rid of me that easily. I will be back you know. Next time with more fire and brimstone.
Me: I know, but with one fewer triggers.
Cuenca Street Art
Random thoughts while I walk to The Roll of the Tomebamba.