Seething. Searing. Threatening to take over. Vision narrowing. Volcano filling. Hot Coals, Lava and Earth, bursting forth. Unprotected skin scorched. Rubbed raw. Shattered nerves. Drawn, the last straw. Feeling trapped. Must run. Getaway, fast before damage done. “Be still now in body.” Flee to another room. Safe to allow the feelings to surface. Motion isContinue reading “Riding the storm of anger”