I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe.  I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. (from William Blake, “A Poison Tree”)  I have known people who rise each morning … Continue reading Unlearning our anger