Anger Folk

I am Anger. I'm not mean. I'm a guardian. Don't run away from my heat. If you ignore me, I will burn you from the inside with resentment. I will erupt in a fire that consumes everything.

If you hold me, I’ll show you how I’m protecting you from hurt, loss, and pain. You’ll see how I watch your boundaries. I don’t want to destroy - I want to defend.

Anger's skin is the color of a glowing coal - a deep, burning red that holds both heat and light. It is the color of a boundary line, drawn with passion and purpose.

The Inside Matters

Inside, pieces of dried ginger offer their fiery protection. Their sharp warmth is a shield, a potent force that guards your softest parts.

Anger is also filled with light pink wool - because beneath every fire, there is a soft, tender center that needs protection.

At the core, five amethyst stones lie cool to the touch, grounding the hot spark to make space for clarity.

Anger carries the scent of sunlight breaking through a pine forest: the sharp, clean truth of pine needles and the bright, citrus spark of Litsea Cubeba. It is the scent of a sudden, startling moment of clarity.

And yes, Anger has a cute bum. Because fire is hot.