I was feeling pretty darned angry this morning. It was an itchy sort of angry, unsettling and if I gave it too much attention, I would create a tangled rats nest of emotions. Intellectually, I know that tangled rats nest of emotions minimizes the passion of positive anger – the sort of intentional recipe of cause-based anger, creative anger rather than destructive anger.

My anger was based on the actions of a person who plays a significant role in my life, one which is not always positive.  Ever present and frequently igniting my worst rather than my best, yesterday I took a stand and said “No” to that pattern of behavior on my part.

It felt incredibly powerful.

Today some lack of consciousness somehow allowed a bit of the non-powerful-niggling stuff to tumble into my being.

I was doing some laser-chores and decided to light some candles. I brought our my usual trusty kitchen matches, but they wouldn’t strike a spark. The box felt limp and damp, incapable of having enough strength for the match to debate into a spark.

“Omph!” I muttered and on an impulse, I took the match and struck it on my lavender colored wall.  Immediately the match sparked into a perfect, candle-lighting flame.

“They really DO light anywhere!” I said aloud to no one and everyone.

I lit the three waiting candles and said the word “love”. The first time, I simply said it.  “Love.”  The second time, I felt it. “Love.” The third time I invoked it, prayed it, and sent my love to the person who was the target of my tangled anger. “Love.”

And then it permeated my soul, too. “Love.”

It lights anywhere and everywhere we allow it. Is it even amidst tangled, cluttered emotions and even amidst confusion and chaos? When it is given the right inspiration and intention - yes, the spark is there, all the time, anywhere.

It sure feels better than being mad.