It's not just a pepper shaker
Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:08 pm
Hi guys,
I struggle a lot with allowing myself to feel anger. But I did have an experience a few years ago where I cut loose and got some anger out, and it was really clear how doing this affected my projections. I wrote it up and thought I'd post it here in the hope it might be of benefit.
Background - At the time, I was living on a farm where we had interns. Tommy was an intern, and Peter is my ex husband.
Patricia
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Breakfast, a few days ago. Me, sleep-deprived & not holding up my facade very well. And the day before, I had just touched some old stuff: how I felt growing up, I know those are the feelings I’m going to have to get to. I’m primed.
The trigger: pepper shaker.

Looks innocent, doesn’t it?
Tommy’s shaking it as hard as he can over his plate. Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake. Not getting anything. Shake some more. It’s almost empty, just big grains in there, they’re not coming out the holes. And they won’t. EVER. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU SHAKE.
Seeing red – but calmly (I hoped) – I say, “Tommy, give that to me.” I take it in the kitchen, grind pepper in the spice grinder, fill the shaker … this takes FIVE SECONDS WHY HAS NO ONE DONE THIS IN THE THREE DAYS THE SHAKER HAS BEEN ALMOST EMPTY WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THESE THINGS WITH SEVEN OF US IN THE HOUSE??? I give it back to Tommy: “I’d be happy to show you how to do it sometime.” A little sarcasm there – I did try, I really did.
But that’s IT, all I can do. Time for an experiment, see what happens when you just let it fly.
So I leave my barely touched breakfast on the table and stalk up to my cabin and it’s coming out even before I get there – I kick the doorstep – forgetting I was wearing sandals! ow! – and then slam the door a few times and half scream a few times before I even get in the door. All this involuntary – maybe the first time I’ve ever let anger just take over my body!
Some more banging around inside, a few deep tears and sobs, then it’s over. Clean myself up, walk back down to the house, sit down and eat my breakfast. Everyone is very quiet. My food is still warm … I couldn’t have been away more than ten minutes.
Someone says, “I heard a lot of noise up there.”
I say, “I made a lot of noise.”
A little later Peter says I ought to have just asked Tommy to fill the shaker, not filled it myself, and then I wouldn’t have had to get so upset. This is the difference between the natural love approach and God’s Way: Peter thinks it was just the pepper shaker. And that that’s the best you can do.
But through the day my spirit lifts. I feel lighter and lighter as I realize what is happening, feel how my world is changing. Then I get words for what happened: When people leave things undone I feel like I have to do them – like they NEED me to do them (overwhelmed by others’ needs). They can’t even fill the pepper shaker without me, no I have to do that and a million other things they can’t seem to handle. They don’t care about me, they only need me (unlovedness) and they don’t care about what I would like to be doing instead of care-taking them (un-cared for, I don’t count). Some of that has released! And now …
Now I can walk into the house and not automatically feel defensive about, what’s somebody going to need from me now? Not constantly on guard for the anger that used to rise up whenever anybody asked me for anything. Between breakfast and supper, I began to feel the people I live with actually like me, not just faking it. Suddenly I’m laughing with them, at ease.
This morning I picked up the pepper shaker (everyone at the table caught their breath …) but now it was only a pepper shaker. I said to Peter, do you think you could make the holes bigger? He said, sure, I can do that.
I don’t know why we didn’t do it years ago.
I struggle a lot with allowing myself to feel anger. But I did have an experience a few years ago where I cut loose and got some anger out, and it was really clear how doing this affected my projections. I wrote it up and thought I'd post it here in the hope it might be of benefit.
Background - At the time, I was living on a farm where we had interns. Tommy was an intern, and Peter is my ex husband.
Patricia
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Breakfast, a few days ago. Me, sleep-deprived & not holding up my facade very well. And the day before, I had just touched some old stuff: how I felt growing up, I know those are the feelings I’m going to have to get to. I’m primed.
The trigger: pepper shaker.

Looks innocent, doesn’t it?
Tommy’s shaking it as hard as he can over his plate. Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake. Not getting anything. Shake some more. It’s almost empty, just big grains in there, they’re not coming out the holes. And they won’t. EVER. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU SHAKE.
Seeing red – but calmly (I hoped) – I say, “Tommy, give that to me.” I take it in the kitchen, grind pepper in the spice grinder, fill the shaker … this takes FIVE SECONDS WHY HAS NO ONE DONE THIS IN THE THREE DAYS THE SHAKER HAS BEEN ALMOST EMPTY WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THESE THINGS WITH SEVEN OF US IN THE HOUSE??? I give it back to Tommy: “I’d be happy to show you how to do it sometime.” A little sarcasm there – I did try, I really did.
But that’s IT, all I can do. Time for an experiment, see what happens when you just let it fly.
So I leave my barely touched breakfast on the table and stalk up to my cabin and it’s coming out even before I get there – I kick the doorstep – forgetting I was wearing sandals! ow! – and then slam the door a few times and half scream a few times before I even get in the door. All this involuntary – maybe the first time I’ve ever let anger just take over my body!
Some more banging around inside, a few deep tears and sobs, then it’s over. Clean myself up, walk back down to the house, sit down and eat my breakfast. Everyone is very quiet. My food is still warm … I couldn’t have been away more than ten minutes.
Someone says, “I heard a lot of noise up there.”
I say, “I made a lot of noise.”
A little later Peter says I ought to have just asked Tommy to fill the shaker, not filled it myself, and then I wouldn’t have had to get so upset. This is the difference between the natural love approach and God’s Way: Peter thinks it was just the pepper shaker. And that that’s the best you can do.
But through the day my spirit lifts. I feel lighter and lighter as I realize what is happening, feel how my world is changing. Then I get words for what happened: When people leave things undone I feel like I have to do them – like they NEED me to do them (overwhelmed by others’ needs). They can’t even fill the pepper shaker without me, no I have to do that and a million other things they can’t seem to handle. They don’t care about me, they only need me (unlovedness) and they don’t care about what I would like to be doing instead of care-taking them (un-cared for, I don’t count). Some of that has released! And now …
Now I can walk into the house and not automatically feel defensive about, what’s somebody going to need from me now? Not constantly on guard for the anger that used to rise up whenever anybody asked me for anything. Between breakfast and supper, I began to feel the people I live with actually like me, not just faking it. Suddenly I’m laughing with them, at ease.
This morning I picked up the pepper shaker (everyone at the table caught their breath …) but now it was only a pepper shaker. I said to Peter, do you think you could make the holes bigger? He said, sure, I can do that.
I don’t know why we didn’t do it years ago.