I keep returning to the Lama Rod Owens quote “Anger is the bodyguard of our woundedness” because I feel softened when I read it. I think of turtles with their hardened shells protecting their squishy bodies. I think of deer antlers and rhinoceroses’ horns, and how protection is a part of survival. I think of the thorns that prick up from the stem of the rose or the body of a cactus.
