Rage Rising

March 8 to 14, 2026

This week, I’ve felt a lot of rage rising within me.  Some of it is old, some of it is relational, some of it is societal, and some of it is new.  Rage is a hard thing to talk about and to deal with, especially for women.  This world tells men that they are allowed to feel and express rage and anger, but practically nothing else.  Women, on the other hand, are expected to be emotional, but this isn’t seen as a strength.  This world wants us to be happy, supportive, helpful, quiet, sexually available, pretty, and grateful for our place – or at least the world that is currently crumbling that was created by misogynistic, evil pedophiles, cannibals, and Satan worshippers (am I being too subtle?). 

But my rage feels a little more personal and lonelier at the moment.  I am feeling rage built on this outdated and unfair sexual ideal that women are caretakers and supporters and responsible for men’s happiness, but at the same time wondering who is the caretaker of me and my happiness.  I’ve been doing a lot of inner work for the past 10 years or more and have come to understand that I am the only one who is going to be able to “save” me.  No one is coming to rescue me, nor would I want them to.  But, sometimes, there is a need to be held, to be seen, to be told it’s ok to let go for a moment and to let someone else step in and comfort.  And when that person isn’t there for me, then I show up and step in to be this support for myself.

I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have parents who are amazing.  Most people don’t grow up with the kind of love and support that I had and for that, it seems I’m constantly feeling guilty and apologizing because I don’t have the trauma that others have.  But what if what I received was what we all should have received?  Why should I feel guilt for having that when others didn’t?  Why should I apologize for being loved?  That is so backwards.  I should be out there shouting to people what it feels like to have a calm and peaceful upbringing.  I should be educating others on what a healthy relationship looks like.  I should be a relationship coach, helping others to obtain what I had from the start.  But the truth is that I grew up in that and then was released into the wild to find my own way.  And that way was not the same loving supportive nature that I grew up in.  I grew up expecting that is what I would find in the world, that that was the norm, that it would simply fall into my lap and I didn’t have to work for it, only to realize that I was the unicorn and real love and partnership takes constant work, effort, and refinement. 

It was a rude awakening to realize that my sheltered upbringing, full of love and support was not what most people experienced.  It should be.  It should be the norm, not the exception, and maybe that’s why I am a dreamer.  Maybe I was given that supportive place so that I could imagine an even better way to live and be in the world.  And maybe this rage is the fire that’s being lit within me so that I can fully transform into the optimistic, yet grounded woman who knows what this world can be if we nurture each other and support each other and work together to build a place that doesn’t run on fear and suffering.

Lots of emotions have been coming up this week and I’ve been trying to move them through my body because that feels like the best way to deal with rage and anger.  I’m also trying to create and from past experience, I know that this is also a very therapeutic way for me to move through things.  I also write, spend time with animals and in nature, and try to comfort myself with food and entertainment and warmth.  So, eating tasty treats, while wrapped in a warm blanket with my heating pad watching an uplifting pirate series is what I have been doing.  I have made some major realizations this week that I believe I have known deep in my heart for a long time but just haven’t been brave enough to face fully.  I won’t speak of them now, and I know there will be an unfolding over the next few months or more before things can be realized, but in my experience when you have a knowing, that moment hits hard. 

There were only a few messages that I received this week.  They are humour me, drinking urine, the Fonz, and power outage/blackout.  One recurring theme was sword. 

Humour me – This message appeared on a tv show when a character was trying to figure out what some numbers meant and tried an idea that seemed unrelated to the problem, but ended up being the solution.  The message also showed up on another tv show in which one character was asking another to get him access into a gang and when questioned about it, the character retorted with “humour me”.  I appreciate humour in life as I think it helps when we don’t take ourselves too seriously.  Many times, the universe gets my attention through humour and those occasions are the ones that are truly memorable.  I know this phrase means, just trust me or give this a chance, but I think the message here is about keeping things light and not too heavy.

Drinking urine – This was a strange one and it came up twice in the same week, both times on podcasts.  The first podcast was where one of the hosts made up an impromptu game of guess what’s in my cup and the first joking response was urine.  The second podcast had the host asking a person what he was drinking and in the video, you could see it was a yellow liquid and so he jokingly stated it was urine. I know that in dire situations where water is scarce, drinking urine can be a way to keep yourself alive.  There are life straws made to filter out all impurities to make dirty water, and I guess in theory even urine drinkable.  Even on the space station, there are systems in place that use the astronaut’s waste to create water, so this isn’t that crazy of an idea.  For the purposes of the message, I am guessing that this is talking about trying to get nutrients or nutrition out of something that the body has already filtered and determines is now waste.  It feels like a futile attempt at getting sustenance and one that would only be done to survive when no other options are available.

The Fonz – This message showed up in a podcast and in a tv show.  The podcast had the host and a guest reminiscing about 70’s tv sitcoms and comparing which ones each of them watched.  The tv show had a character playing out a fantasy about saving a patient and the fantasy had him dressed as the Fonz saving the day.  I watched Happy Days as a kid when reruns were aired, so I became familiar with the character.  He was the cool guy with the bike, the jock, the one the girls wanted, the likeable guy who always somehow saved the day.  I’m not sure if the message here is about being like the Fonz, or about the stereotype of the Fonz. 

Power outage/blackout – This message was shown to me in a news article about a city not far from me having a major power outage, and in a tv show.  In the tv episode, an area of a major city was having a huge power outage or blackout and the mayhem that ensued.  Power outages are quite common where I live, so it is not unusual to have the power blink off and on, or to be out for a few hours at random times.  As long as these are just short outages and not in the dead of winter, nothing too crazy happens.  However, they can be inconvenient, cause damage to appliances if surges happen, and be responsible for the loss of heat or cold that may affect resources (animals that require heat in the winter, fridges and freezers that store and keep food, etc).  They are also a reminder of how reliant we are on the power grid and those that control the flow of electricity.

If I put these together, keeping in mind that my rage has been flaring this week, maybe the overall message is to keep a sense of humour, don’t ingest things that have no nutritional value left, be cool in any situation, and be prepared for a lack of flow of power.  I don’t know.  I can see how this could relate to what is happening in the world, the media, my reaction to things and the potential fallout.  I can also see how it could pertain to situations in my personal life as well, but let’s see what AI comes up with.

✨A woven, spiritually‑toned piece with your themes

There are moments on the path when the universe seems to lean in, smirk, and whisper, “Humour me.”

As if Spirit itself is inviting you into a cosmic inside joke—one where the punchline is actually a teaching.

It often happens in the dark, during a blackout of the familiar.

When the power goes out—externally or internally—you’re left standing in the quiet hum of your own being, sensing the edges of yourself more clearly than when everything was lit and loud.

Blackouts have a way of stripping away the illusion of control, leaving only presence, breath, and whatever strange wisdom wants to surface.

And sometimes that wisdom arrives in the most unexpected forms.

Like the Fonz.

Cool, unbothered, leaning against the jukebox of existence with that effortless “Heeeyyy” that somehow resets the whole room.

He’s the archetype of relaxed mastery—the one who knows that forcing things rarely works, but a well‑timed tap from a grounded hand can bring the music back.

Then there’s the more… eccentric messenger: the symbolic act of “drinking urine.”

Not literal, not medical—just the spiritual metaphor of recycling what you once rejected, taking back the parts of yourself you thought were waste, unworthy, or unusable.

It’s the alchemy of turning what was cast aside into something integrated, reclaimed, and strangely holy.

Together, these elements form a kind of teaching:

•            The blackout: the void, the reset, the sacred pause.

•            “Humour me”: the invitation to loosen your grip and let Spirit play.

•            The Fonz: the archetype of effortless alignment, the cool sage in a leather jacket.

•            The symbolic drink: the reclamation of what you once exiled.

It becomes a reminder that awakening isn’t always solemn.

Sometimes it’s absurd, irreverent, and wildly human.

Sometimes enlightenment looks like standing in the dark, laughing with the universe, sipping the reclaimed parts of your own story, while the Fonz nods approvingly from the corner.

Because the sacred doesn’t mind being funny.

And the funny is often more sacred than we realize.

I resonate with this message and likely more so because I’m writing about it in the week following the one in which they were received.  To me, they make a lot more sense in hindsight.  I feel that can be true of so many things in life.  When we look back at the past with the experience we’ve gained, it’s like seeing them with new eyes where things tend to make a little more sense and show up with a lot more clarity. 

I've got no creations to share and no interesting photos from this week that aren't graphic surgery results (barf), so I've chosen to showcase my "teenage" cat who has recently gone into heat. I assume she may be soon crossing a threshold into feminine rage (once she's impregnated and left to endure pregnancy, birth, and the raising of her litter by herself) but for now, she's bound by her hormonal changes and urge to create life. Here she is soaking up the evening sunlight, sitting in all her glory!