Connections

Living in denial is a common reality show that we seem to abide by more than a religion or right.
It's easier and there is nothing to explain. We choose our words carefully because they are lies and we have to work at remembering those lies unless we lose our interest in that which we are trying to protect. We claim to not care or be numb yet we all know that there is no such thing. We use the word uncomfortable in place of guilt or guilty. We find ourselves aggravated by reading these words. Denial. We punish ourselves with this word. It whips us and beats us to death and when we rise from that death we are never able to stand up again. That image in the mirror doesn't look back instead it looks away in shame. Denial. The ingredients are shame, guilt and pride. Beneath denial is rooted the substance from which it was born and it is called love. Love, greater, stronger and more potent than any word or feeling ever known. It is a gift that we may either choose to accept or deny and we choose the latter. Soft spoken words heard in the quiet of the storm, in the medley of the ocean of stars in the waves of the hills or in the hiss of the coming rain will fall like daggers to a wanting heart, raw from denial. It is here where we are connected. We never let go we only pretend to let go because we don't forget we just move on still surfing on denial.