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Hi Friend You're receiving this message because you signed up for the Emotional Healing Quick Start Guide. If you are also signed up for the ezine "Emotional Times" then you may wish to delete or unsubscribe from this mailing, since all messages from now on will be a repeat of the latest issue of Emotional Times. To unsubscribe, simply click on the link at the bottom of the page. The Good Side of Anger Remember the first time you were in love? I mean *really* in love? You were the biggest puppy in the world. No one in the world had ever known a love like the puppy love you were feeling. I was seventeen at the time. So I pretty much had life figured out. Which was good, actually, since by some coincidence I also didn't take much advice from well-meaning but obviously less intelligent grown-ups. I was going to hitchhike six hundred miles to see a woman ten years older than me, with three kids, to fire up a relationship that so far consisted only of a two hour conversation followed by about, oh, eight weeks of some pretty heavy fantasizing. On my part, anyway. Ah, but she was no ordinary woman, I explained to the cop who somehow felt compelled at two o'clock in the morning to inquire as to my plans. He just kind of rolled his eyes and smiled. I think he'd passed that way before. I meant to ask him for a ride, since he was going my way; and besides, I only had ten more miles to go. Or was it eight? But he was gone. All I remember for sure is that I walked the rest of the way. The next morning, I saw her. Donna. It's funny, but I never new her last name. She was surprised to see me; and, I hoped, she was pleasantly surprised. We hit it off great, and spent the rest of the morning talking as she showed my around her place. She lived there with two other women, all from Miami, and they'd moved up to North Florida to live for some reason or another that escapes me now. So if you think about it, I was kind of in a good situation, right? Yeah, I thought so too, until her boyfriend came by later that day. No one had ever said anything about a boyfriend. Such is life. One minute you’re on top of the world, and the next... But before she so casually crushed my heart, something happened that would change the course of my life forever. We were exploring her backyard, and she was showing me what was supposed to be a compost pile, but in reality was little more than a maggot-infested hole filled with rotten vegetable waste. She had spent hours digging a hole in the ground into which she, her kids, and her roommates (and her sorry boyfriend, too, I suppose...) were throwing all their leftovers and other kitchen garbage. Potato peelings lay side by side with creamed corn and spent green beans, all vying for the honor of creating the worst smell in the shortest amount of time. Donna thought something was amiss, and she hoped I could shed some light on the subject. I scratched my head, and made a mighty vow... someday, I would indeed know the answer to that perplexing question. For you see, I was still in love at this point. My expectations were pretty high. I could envision a pretty good evening ahead. We'd probably be married by next Tuesday. And now, here was my damsel in distress, but I really had no idea why her compost pile was so foul. I didn't understand about the carbon-nitrogen ratio. I didn't know that kitchen wastes were high in nitrogen, and they needed to be balanced with material that was high in carbon, such as sawdust, old leaves, and straw. All I knew was that I couldn't help her, because I didn't know. Now... I can see it pretty clearly: all that kitchen waste - that's like the anger. All that high nitrogen stuff. It's a waste product, yes. But it was kind of essential, wasn't it? Just like the core of an apple or the hull of a peanut. Isn't anger like kitchen waste? You gotta live. You've got to live your life. How could you not produce a little anger along the way? Isn't it a by-product of simply living your life? Isn't it just as natural as those potato peelings? Anger is part of the package of life. We value the 'fruit' - the living of life - but sometimes it comes wrapped in a husk or a skin that we don't like. Sometimes life comes to us wrapped up in anger. Maybe our goal is to find the fruit with the least amount of 'covering' - but in the meantime, if the byproduct is there, then we need to deal with it properly. Improperly handled, or left to their own devices, both anger and kitchen wastes will begin to putrefy. What do we usually do? We dig a hole and we bury it deep. Then we wonder why it smells... No, my friend, that's not a very effective way to handle it. Those vegetable peelings need air. They need to be mixed with high-carbon material. They need the right amount of water - not too much, and not too little. They need microbes to eat them away. They need to turn into a deep, dark, rich-smelling compost that will grow next year's crop. Am I throwing my anger down a hole, or am I letting it decompose naturally, by expressing it *appropriately* and then releasing it to the compost pile? Where the energy, never lost - is converted into fertilizer for tomorrow's growth? First, anger comes to us as part of the package of life. Then, we need to handle it properly so the energy can be converted and reused by us - returning in a different form. Keeping the cycle of life going: Live life. Let the byproducts come up. Express and release. Let it all go; so your hands will be empty, your head will be clear, and your vitality will be greater. Let the energy of the anger convert to a, hopefully, more pleasant form. Oh, and as for the rest of the story - after making a speedy recovery from Donna, the adventure continued... I said she had two female roommates, right? But that's a tale for another day. For more information on working with emotions, grab your copy of the e-book, "How To Create Your Own Reality". Just click on the link below. http://www.join-the-fun.com/bookletter.html Brought to you by Mark Ivar Myhre
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