Divorcing Myself From America's Presidential Election Campaign Politics

I woke up this morning to the sounds of singing birds, flitting as they do from tree to tree in the woods surrounding my home; the voices crystal clear, lovely in the crisp morning air.

Still all is not totally well with me, today. My recently cornea transplanted right eye has been paining me of late. So I must take off for Johns Hopkins this afternoon to see my ophthalmologist.

I am very upset about the situation. It has been causing me distress for about a month now. A local ophthalmologist has been providing care but it has not seemed adequate. So today I go to the BIG guy, Dr. John Gottsch, at the Wilmer Eye Institute, one of the best treatment centers for my kind of eye problems in the world.

Yet I did feel peaceful, clear and centered this morning upon coming awake; the sounds of the Creator; the fresh mountain air and sunshine streaming its way into my room, gave me a feeling of rightness in the world, at least for the moment; until the next pothole.

It was up against these natural supports – and the reveling I felt inside for having posted the essay I had written yesterday on “How An Exceptional Community Life Became So Essential To Me” that I realized, with a voice speaking deep inside of me, loud and clear, that it was time for me to divorce myself from America's presidential election campaign politics.

Now – you – may not yet be ready for this seemingly drastic measure. But for me, having spent more than a quarter of a century treating addictions with a special emphasis on those of the power addiction variety, coupled with the enabling of that type with co-dependency addictions, I believe I have developed a finely tuned sense of when enough is enough of my involvement with dysfunction!

So for this moment – and – likely into the near future, at least until after the November elections, I am going to make “fishing” more and more my habit and American politics not my business.  Sure I’ll do my best to make an educated vote come November. And, sure I will discuss the political campaign situation with friends etc., now and then, including even speaking my mind, publicly and privately, on "why not invest more in this election campaign and all its hoopla." But for my investments of time and energy I am going to be more and more vocal, from here forth, that my life is with the people close and nearby that make up the grassroots or the mainstream communities.

That’s where the power and the force for our futures lie, I firmly believe. 

Not in American politics! 

There sits a nest of dysfunction not unlike a house full of drug addicts or alcoholics. Now why would I show up at that door unless called and assured -- and -- reassured that an intervention and rehab were in the offing? 

That’s what wisdom and experience have taught me. So now while I’ll be driving up to Baltimore with a friend this afternoon, you can be sure I’ll be keeping the feel of going fishing along with me for the trip. American politics is just too boring and chaotic for little or no gain for me to bother with.

Umm. Maybe a side trip to the Chesapeake could be arranged today. With or without I'm definitely going to put nature high on my list. Most likely I'll, at least, be able to sit awhile in the cool light of the sunset which seems as if it will be visible again tonight as were the stars in the sky last night.

Yumm!