Saturday, March 16, 2013

Anger Danger

When you trip on something, do you immediately jerk your head around in anger to see what had the nerve to stump you? I do it every time, which is ridiculous. Am I going to have it out with the table leg?

Anger is dangerous. It's no surprise that anger falls smack dab in the middle of dANGERous. 
Holding on to a grudge, bad feelings or displeasure is just weight that our spirits can't afford to hold on to. 

My mother and I talked about this topic today. My mother suffers from Chronic Fatigue, Fibromyalgia, Severs Arthritis and a sick sick sense of humor.  I explained that I had recently read articles describing the link between chronic illness and anger.  

There is a pattern to my flares with Sjogren's Syndrome. I usually am in denial at first, then I feel anxiety. Pain usually brings on feelings of either irritability or anger. When I catch myself doing this I know it's time to retreat and take care of myself. 

Usually the only thing that can pull me out of a funk like that is looking at pictures of baby animals. That and videos of people falling. Forgive me. As long as no one gets hurt I am amused. That's that sick sense of humor genetic thing I get from my Mom. 

Today I'm shaking off the last twangs of a flare by reading one of my Grannie's books on Ireland. It's The Little Big Book of Ireland published by Welcome Books. It's a compilation of everything Ireland from folk tales, recipes, poetry, blessings and curses. Yes! Curses. 

Love Grannie's bookmarked pages. 

No wonder why the Irish are a spirited lot. They can let go of anger- just let it fly off the tips of their tongues. While I don't condone this behavior, I am at awe of their moxie. 

May you break your kneecap going down the steep step of your rosiest garden. 


Six eggs to you and a half dozen of them rotten. 

and then 

May your spuds be like rosary beads on the stalk. 

and when you're really angry

May your hens get disorder, your cows the crippen, and your calves the white scour, and may you yourself go blind so that you'll not know your woman from a haystack. 

So, a happy St. Paddy's Day to ya! Go about it without anger or you might fall on your arse!

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