I’m breathing a momentary sigh that last week is over. Like millions of us, I spent time hearing and reading about the Daily Deluge of the Tweety Administration that is our crumbling democracy. I felt as emotionally compelled to tune in as a heroin addict feels compelled to light up (or however they ingest). It had all the magnetic pull in that Oh, gosh, there’s a car crash, I MUST have a look kind of way, but it went drastically beyond the useful function of providing information into dangerous, dark territory. Instead of feeling informed, I felt malignantly traumatized and immobilized, my creative writer sensibilities inundated like a flash flood victim found barely breathing in a remote Utah desert canyon. (I’m fully aware our heartless Manipulator in Chief did this all intentionally, to draw attention away from the $800 Million raiding of the Medicare stores.)
Whatever you’re doing for a living these days, I sincerely believe that all our American hearts and minds are impacted by our present political turmoil. None of us is immune.
There is a line, I have learned and continue to, between remaining sufficiently informed so as to write in a deeply sophisticated approach to topics relevant to life and doing actual crippling damage to the self through overexposure. All of us need information about the world outside our front doors. But it keeps reaching new heights. I compare it to solar exposure sans sunblock: The sunburn is painful, damaging, and prematurely aging. While one must seek moments out for sufficient levels of Vitamin D3, a hasty retreat into the shade protects oneself from the harmful effects of raging sunburn.
I find myself fondly reminiscing of a time not so long ago, when turning on NPR to hear the familiar tones that were Nina Totenberg’s or Mike Roberts’ voices greeted my day in an everything’s not perfect, but it’s still relatively good kind of way. But now that the sky is falling around us, I have to change course and create new habits, leaving my own curiosity for the flow of events beyond my front door behind, in favor of emotional and psychological sanity. While the manipulations and tweets pour in hourly, intently delivering the tragic of the worst and the drama of the outrage, it viciously crumbles and attacks my own ability to produce or shift into higher vibrations to create anew about something – anything – more beautiful in the world. The spiral downward is a turbo-boosted descent into immobilization, despair and hopelessness for humanity.
We all must find a balance to our new life of incessant political turmoil, protecting ourselves from overexposure to the things that darken our spirits and cloud our minds. We all need to find a way to create our lives and support our existence and still serve the greater interests of our sacred and vital democracy. Sometimes, my own balance looks like a decision to not turn on my computer or turn off all the notification settings. I removed the Facebook app from my smartphone because all those shiny bright notifications only invited me down the spiral of political despair. I stay informed enough by giving myself fifteen minutes a WEEK of relevant headlines, I allow myself a weekly activism hour, where I sign petitions or send Letters to the Editor or donate to yet another democratic campaign to slow our rapid descent into this new Hell on earth. Whatever your balance, we need sustainable ways to live.
We all need to be standing, able to sign our names to our ballots in November.
Whatever your profession or undertaking in life, we owe it to ourselves to maintain a healthy balance and not allow this level of malignant manipulation into our lives. I know that personally owe it to myself and to the animals that I speak for, as well as to my own creative contract with my Higher Power, to follow the path in just this way.
May the force of grace and higher vibrations all be with you today, as you go about your own lives, producing and creating…
See you at Saturday’s protest.
 I say that with the full awareness that the Tweety Administration immigration policies are in full force and effect. I have every intention to attend the Keep Families Together! March for the Children! Rally in Denver this weekend.