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My animal companion, or 'pet', Moet - a champagne tabby - has spent most of today lounging in the sunbeams by the blinds I left open specifically for him. Specifically so he could lounge in front of them.

Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.

We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.

So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?

I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.

When do you unleash? And how?

Date: 2009-05-05 12:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cariadwen.livejournal.com
Oddly a few friends and I were talking about this only last night. Not as in the unleashing of the joy of being alive but as in unleashing repressed anger.

I explained that once long ago I used to buy or find odd pieces of china and store them for a later use. then when I needed to let off huge amounts of anger, I would take the pile of china and enjoy throwing them about on concrete floors. The sheer force of them smashing was a delight! It took unhealthy anger away from situations where it would be too destructive.

One of my friends said she tried to smash a cup once but found it too hard to release her anger, to throw it hard enough to break. All she could do was break the handle!

I find that sort of repression to be extremely worrying.

It's been a loooong time since I rolled down a grassy bank!

Date: 2009-05-05 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moonvoice.livejournal.com
Not as in the unleashing of the joy of being alive but as in unleashing repressed anger.

This is just as important, I think, since repressed anger can just be so so so toxic. :(

Journeying and ritual can be another very effective way of releasing repressed anger.

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