Let’s talk about hate. It’s like coal. You put it under pressure and it comes out harder, and brighter–not in a good way.
Hold your hate up. Air your hate. That is how you transmute your hate.
Keep it right where it belongs, locked with precision onto the thing that evoked your ferocity. And then–instead of nasty laser beam hatred, displaced onto the rude woman at the grocery story, you keep it.
Do not fear your hate. Flip the coin. On the other side rests love. We love, and we abstain from commitment, and sometimes we hate. Don’t let your hate break you down. Do not take up faulty arms–a warrior fueled by hate.
Think of the midwife, assisting the emergence of new life, with precision, focus, and wisdom. They wait, watch, feel, and listen.
Let it make you into the mother. Take that intensity and pain and all that is raw, and bring about something new and breathtaking–beautiful even if messy.
Be the assistant of the right mind. Be the model of right speech. Be the example of our wholeness. Burn the hate, like coal, slowly and arduously, and fuel love.
