The Druid and the Hare

What do I do when I’m angry?

Well, I’m glad you asked.

There’s moping. And sadness. And tears.

There’s frustration, screaming, stomping.

There’s quietness, cleaning, and tense muscles.

But most of all, there is grief.

Grief comes even more quietly into the background, as anger slays everything we feel is unjust.

What do I do when I’m angry?

I feel.

And I let it rage, let it burn, as my body tries to protect me. As it screams “That’s not fair.”

And then, slumped over, grief puts her arm around me. Whispers “No, it’s not fair.”

She knows.

And I am comforted that she knows.