29/05/2026
I used to hold my anger in.
Pretending to myself that I wasn’t angry.
Then it would build and build in the background until I became a volcano — a fierce fire of anger that felt scary, explosive, and unhealthy.
Now, after intentionally creating safety and security within myself, my anger is something I’m proud of.
My anger is a taniwha — ancient, powerful, and protective too.
Equally, I can hold the anger of others without it triggering my ego, my defensiveness, or my need to prove that I’m right.
🔥 I trust my truth.
🔥 I honour the ground I stand on.
🔥 And I refuse to spiritually bypass my anger.
I’m no longer a push-over, nor am I confined by cultural stereotypes of the “she’ll be right” chilled-out Māori woman.
Because sometimes it’s not okay.
And now I can express my anger in a healthy way that honours my safety, my boundaries, and my right to be heard.
On retreat, I often invite women to direct their anger toward me while I become the embodiment of the threat, pain, or person who hurt them.
It’s intense, to say the least.
But with courage, they are given permission to unleash what has been trapped inside them for years.
Women shake as they hold their ground.
I deliberately challenge them, cross symbolic boundaries, and invite them to find their voice.
I’ve become the parent who abused them.
The partner who took away their power.
The person who violated their trust.
And when that anger finally moves through their body…
Damn.
It’s healing.
🔥 RELEASE.
🔥 FIND YOUR FURY.
🔥 FIND YOUR FIRE.
And never be afraid of it.