Welcome as we honor our inner fire with grace.
Let yourself arise like a spark catching wind.
Let your breath begin to kindle.
And let your body soften into the hearth of stillness.
Take a slow inhale and a long sighing exhale.
Let the breath wrap around you like smoke curling from sacred embers.
And before we begin,
Let us name something that is true.
Anger is not always destruction.
It is not always wild or reckless.
Sometimes anger is sacred.
It rises like fire in the presence of injustice.
It speaks when something precious has been scorched.
It burns when a boundary has been breached.
Sacred anger is the flame that says no more.
It is the voice that declares this is not okay.
It is the heartbeat of protection,
Of truth,
Of fierce love.
You are allowed to feel it.
You are allowed to honor it.
And you are allowed to let it guide you without letting it consume you.
Now let yourself settle deeper.
Feel the weight of your body like fire resting in the belly of the earth.
Feel the warmth of your skin,
The pulse of your heart.
Steady,
Ancient,
Wise.
You are here.
You are safe.
And gently turn inward.
Not to extinguish.
Not to silence.
But to listen.
To witness.
To tend.
There may be a flicker,
A heat,
A tightness,
A restless flame swirling inside.
This is your anger.
And it is sacred.
We've been taught to fear it,
To hide it,
To swallow it whole.
But what if?
What if anger is a torch?
A signal that something sacred has been violated?
A truth ignored.
A part of you whispering something is not right.
Let it rise like flame through forest.
Let it speak its own language.
Let it be seen,
Not shamed.
You are not too much.
You are alive.
You are aware.
You are wise.
Feel the fire in your chest.
The electricity in your limbs.
The storm in your belly.
And let it move.
Let it soften.
Let it guide.
And now ask yourself gently,
Oh so gently,
What is my relationship with anger?
How was I taught to hold it?
What stories live in my family about the fire of anger?
And let the answers flare and flicker.
Let them burn clean.
Let them be enough.
You are not here to burn down.
You are here to burn bright.
To illuminate.
To protect.
To awaken.
And now asking,
How can I embrace higher expressions of anger?
What does sacred anger look like in me?
How can I speak truth without harm?
And letting your breath be your compass.
Inhale clarity.
Exhale compassion.
And repeat softly,
Like embers whispering in the dark,
My anger is sacred.
It is not here to harm.
It is here to protect.
To awaken.
I honor the fire within me.
I listen with love.
I speak with truth.
And let these words settle like ash on warm stone.
Let them root deep in your core.
Staying here for a few more breaths.
Let the fire soften into glow.
Let the heat become clarity.
Let the energy become presence.
You are not broken.
You are not too much.
You are whole.
You are wise.
You are home.
And begin to return slowly,
Wiggling your fingers like flames dancing in the wind.
Feel the air kiss your skin.
Take a deep breath in,
And sigh it out like smoke rising from sacred ground.
And when you're ready,
Open your eyes.
Let the light greet you like an old friend.
Let the world meet you anew.
Carry this sacred fire within you.
Let it walk beside you today.
Let it remind you,
You are allowed to feel.
You are allowed to speak.
And you are allowed to blaze without burning away.
