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Turn Your Anger Into Art: Rituals for Grounded Power

When Anger Needs Somewhere to Go

Most of us were taught that “good women stay calm.” We learned to hide our anger under smiles and small talk, calling it grace.

But calm built on suppression isn’t peace — it’s pressure.

Your body feels it: tight jaw, shallow breath, exhaustion that never seems to lift.

That’s fire with no place to go.

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In this week’s Practical Rituals teaching, we’re exploring how to give that heat a home: through color, texture, and adornment.

You’ll learn simple, sensory rituals that help you transmute anger into grounded power and beauty you can wear.

Good girls don’t throw tantrums. We get migraines. We grind our teeth. We forget how to breathe.

What if the real work isn’t to get rid of anger, but to give it a place to live?



When you’re ready to practice reclaiming your energy, join me for my free ceremony, "You Don't Need to Protect Your Energy, You Need to Reclaim It", a five-minute guided reset to help you come back to your field with clarity and calm.

Color as Medicine

When I started letting myself feel anger again, I noticed something strange: I wanted to wear red.

Deep, coppery, unapologetic red.

After years of beige sweaters and soft pastels, that color felt like blood returning to my body.

That’s when I realized: color is medicine. Texture is language. Adornment is spellwork.

  • When I put on brass jewelry, I feel anchored.

  • When I wear raw linen, my breath slows.

  • When I slide into something bold, something that feels like truth, I remember that I can hold heat without apology.

That’s what ritual is: giving energy form so it doesn’t spill everywhere.

So tomorrow, when you get dressed, don’t ask, What looks good?

Ask, What color feels like the truth today?

Beauty as Containment, Not Performance

We’ve been conditioned to use beauty as camouflage. To look calm while burning alive underneath.

That’s not beauty. That’s obedience in disguise.

Adornment becomes magic when it’s not for approval, but for containment. A red scarf to remind you that your voice is sacred. A silver ring that cools your pulse when it rises. A dark dress that absorbs what’s too much to say out loud.

These are not costumes. They’re containers. Small spells that let your anger breathe instead of explode.

The Ritual of Everyday Transmutation

Here's a simple way to practice this:

1. Boil a kettle of water.

2. Pour a mug of hot water.

3. Drop in a pinch of salt.

4. As you stir, name what's hot inside you. Just truth, no theatrics.

5. Then wrap your hands around the mug and breathe until it cools.

That's fire becoming water. Reaction becoming response. A one-minute ritual for anger that heals instead of harms.

"What if I Lose Control?"

This is the fear most of us carry: that if we let the anger out, it’ll destroy something.

But unexpressed anger is what destroys. When you give it a container — color, ritual, beauty — it becomes art.

You’re not dangerous because you feel deeply. You’re powerful because you’re learning how to hold it.

How to Begin

This week, choose one ritual that gives your anger a home:

  • Wear a color that matches your truth.

  • Add a grounding texture: wool, brass, clay.

  • Let yourself move differently, breathe louder, take up space.

Don’t perform calm. Practice coherence. You’ll know it’s working when your body feels both warm and safe at the same time.

A Woman Who Holds Fire

You don’t have to burn your life down to prove you’re alive. You just have to stop dimming your flame to make others comfortable.

Anger can be altar, not explosion.

Color can be containment.

Adornment can be prayer.

Bless the fire. Wear it well. And let it light your way home.

Everything your mother never taught you—without the guilt

I help women who left control-based systems remember their own power and live it daily. My work is grounded in sovereignty, practical magic, and truth-telling you can feel in your body. I’m the witchy mother who will pour tea, light the candle, and hand you the match.

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