This Week's Thought From The Koby Mandell Foundation
- Sherri Mandell
Twiddling and Tweeting
I'm in Springfield, Massachusetts for my mother in law's 94th birthday, and I'm waiting for my husband to finish getting ready for the party.
I tell my brother in law Larry and his wife how I am often the person ready earliest in my family and have to sit and wait and twiddle my thumbs.
Twiddling--what an old fashioned concept—who twiddles anymore? Now we twitter or text or message or email. Nobody has to just sit and twiddle.
And yet there is an odd pleasure to twiddling. Because when we twiddle we are doing nothing-- no communication, no input or output.
We allow distraction -- our minds clear, reset, back to neutral.
A pause. The space between the notes that heightens the music, the empty space that allows the image to become more distinct in relief.
Writers know the need for the twiddle space, the time when the subconscious delivers its cargo, after one rises from the keyboard. When one is no longer in control, insights can reveal themselves.
What happens to us when every space of time is filled? When there is no pause?
We need more twiddle time. Less twitter time. Time for being to arrive.