“In politics as in philosophy, my tenets are few and simple. The leading one of which, and indeed that which embraces most others, is to be honest and just ourselves and to exact it from others, meddling as little as possible in their affairs where our own are not involved. If this maxim was generally adopted, wars would cease and our swords would soon be converted into reap hooks and our harvests be more peaceful, abundant, and happy.” – George Washington
I wake up every day wondering what debate I will see today. What fight. What clash of egos will take place and how will I navigate it, respond or ignore it. It is tremendous energy spilt out from all of us, whether you recognize this or not. I have enough trash talk in my own head to deal with, day in and day out. We all do. It is exhausting.
I recall a day, and I can picture that day well, where none of this mattered. The day I joined in.
I don’t know where you were, but for me, personally, I was among nature, in a tiny Library that used to be next to the Winter Headquarters of President George Washington for the Revolutionary War Hospital in Historic Yellow Springs. My home and sanctuary was feet away. That village meant the world to me.
He was one. Washington. Just one of the many infamous to influence that small world of mine before social media ripped us to shreds. Don’t get me wrong, so many positive connections have come from of this all, so not totally beating up social media. It has its good side and its bigger purpose is, in my eyes, to awaken us to ourselves with all our dirty little secrets so we can finally transmute it into purpose, connection and see ourselves as one. Chaos before order, always. We become more aware for the most part, whether we want to or not.