July 6, 2009

This is a good day! The latter turkey has come round to a point that even I like it.

I was saying something about being "in denial." At some functional level, the meaning of this is pretty clear, but in time it has become overrated and hazier for me.

A friend once told me that her mother had just been diagnosed with cancer followed by a list of precedures that would make her well. I repeated all this to a mutual friend, ending with, "They're in denial."

She said, "So what? She will die of it no matter what they think." While this flies in the face of New Age principles, that's exactly what happened. At least her disease was met with an energetic and spirited commitment to life and she was able to die in peace, knowing she had done all she could do.

So I wonder: What has been denied? My reality, my take on the world. This week it happened again. Someone came into the studio and said, of the previous turkey I've already lamented, "I love this one! It's the best!" The painting is a mess, and she's "in denial." Right?

May we always have this denial of others' attitudes, others' truth. That's what following our own star means.

PW