The underbelly of satisfaction, of being RIGHT (again) sears my skin and creates a glow. I am a cog in the wheel of evolution. Whee!
I figure it tallies around a thousand phone calls I made for the Clean Elections Campaign, over the last few months. “Is so-and-so there?" starts the conversation with the 65+ folks, and the connection is broken with a sigh of impatience or uncontained elation with a turned voter.
We thrive on being right. I wallow in it.
The Mainers for Accountable Elections scored a victory last night.
Bearing witness to choosing one or the other side, then sticking, like an old slab of gum, to the option, can be revolutionary. We throw our RIGHT stance around, hoping a bit of it clings. We chortle with knowing when “they” in turn, begin masticating and sharing in their own world relationships.
It’s one thing to be RIGHT in the political scene, quite another in the conversations with children or Elders. How can I scrape satisfaction from my side of the street, and share it with them?
Of course, I know better, I have more experience or a quicker mind. I have my facilities about me. I am stronger, more capable, less waffling. And in the investigation of insisting I am RIGHT, all the damned time, who benefits?
How can I help those Children/Elders be RIGHT - encourage and support, so I am WRONG more often than not, moved by their success in the NO COMPETITION realm?
Because I, after all, am the wit and cynicism of life.
One word, one gesture, one turn of my shoulder, can give them the chance to be RIGHT, to win, soar, glean one small second of glory.
While I get to bear witness to the sheer joy and recognition of their being RIGHT.
Isn’t that incredible?
Awareness is the first step.
Now it's your turn!