As time passes, I am becoming aware that underneath my anger and self-righteousness was my fear of being vulnerable. If I could have announced to those with whom I was in conflict (or if they had recognised it!) that I was feeling vulnerable about losing my place in the community, I would not have grown angry and the conflict may have become an opportunity for a conversation about change. It is a lesson hard won, with lots of blood on the tracks.
Friends tell me that this breakage will one day be fruitful and is what needed to be, which makes me angry! But this time I recognise that my anger is a camouflage of my fear of accepting just how vulnerable my whole life really is. And when I touch that vulnerability, I know that it is a call to abandon myself more completely into the mystery of life, which of course makes me angry!
- Joe Vorstermans