Maybe pride and lack of contact can be a reminder of, a pointing to something deeper, more meaningful, something that allows the softness within to show itself? A reminder of our vulnerability, of our insecurity, of our deeper thoughtfulness and reflection. Of our inner child, of our wounded parts that we have hidden and tried to forget, but never managed to run away from, not even after trying for a hundred years.

When we feel this unsafe and frightened, old defenses take over and the reptile part starts running the show. And all of a sudden I am back in my shell. I might be quite comfy in there. It feels safe there in my own inner world of predictability.

To start exploring the difference between being in the thinking mind and being in conscious awareness of the present moment. To find that the mind plays trick on you, it comes in and tries to steal your attention, and it might succeed.

It´s a tricky thing with anger. On the one hand we need it as a force to stand up for our own rights, and to protect our limits. And we need it because it is life energy and for some of us it makes us feel alive. On the other hand there is no bigger love-kill than, yes, anger. It kills trust between us.