Anger coming through

Perhaps everyone woke up an hour earlier and so by the time I came in, a whooping 7:05 there was literary no place to put my mat on. Not even on the far right on the back behind the column or on the far left in the middle behind the column, which are the usual last resort spots. Not even!

Greg was really sweet getting people to move around, and I proceeded to, well, get angry.

Good thing that the course in miracles lesson 5 in which I am today says that I am never angry for the reason I think.

I am choosing to meditate a lot, let the anger be, receive it and let it talk. Anger not talk pretty.

It is quite disturbing to hear anger speak. It sounds like a 17 year old confused version of myself wanting to control the universe and screaming loudly her ideas of superiority. It reminds me of that time of my life where things were so uncertain, and my parents were about to really blow it. It is a mix of sadness and heat and anger.

One thing I am quite sure is that I do not understand all this anger coming through me, and this "allowing it to be" is downright frightening.

Meditation helps, thank God for the Chopra center having a room open for such purposes so close to work.