Why and how do I become so angry all the time? It’s like a wild animal takes over my mind and my heart, throwing any rational human side of me to the gutter, stomping out any lasting humanity. It can take hours at times for the animal to finish feeding, stalk off, and even then, the reasoned humanity still lays motionless in that gutter of filth, sulking at the beating and afraid of the animal’s return. It’s a very leery and fearful humanity that finally crawls out of that gutter, dirty, beaten and bruised, and humiliated at the loss to a wild thing.
As reason, logic, and a better understanding of love crawl back into my self-hood, I am humbled by the wilderness, by the strength the wild can still wield on me, within me.

The roar of my red hair is sudden and only silenced by love and prayer.