
The fire in the sky stopped me in my tracks this morning.
There was an unparalleled beauty in witnessing the sky ablaze with the fiery hues of red dawn at 7am. It was a such a spectacle whilst out on my dog walk, almost hypnotising. The sky was literally shouting back at me, commanding my attention. As I walked under the blanket of red and orange, I felt as though the sky was full of rage, an untamed display of magnificence shadowed alongside me.
It sparked a train of thought, leading me to ponder the often overlooked power of female anger and rage. It’s a topic I often explore on my therapeutic journaling program “rage on a page”, where I challenge common misconceptions that shroud it. The belief that rage is solely negative, purposeless or should be suppressed.
In truth, female rage is a multifaceted emotion, particularly significant during the midlife journey. Oh I know this feeling far too well as a 49’er. But contrary to misconceptions, it isn’t merely a destructive force but …