🪷 The Comfort of Denial

I’ve been reflecting on various aspects of denial lately, including how it shows up in my own life, past and present. I expect I’ll be writing more on it, but for now, here’s a short poem in the style of my girl, Emily Dickinson.

Oh, the comfort of denial—
the sweet without the salt—
the predetermined smile—
till reality’s assault.

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Cinna by the creek last weekend…I think he’s in chronic denial that he’s not a leopard. :-)

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In the notebook

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