A Spin on Fidgeting

“The two biggest industries in this country are Time Saving and Time Wasting.” Brian C Morski

I’ve been wasting a lot of time lately. I got a Tablet, and then, as the night follows the day, I got Apps. This seemed like a good thing at first. Banking! Yoga! Steps! Reminders! Gizmos! Weather! Except then there was the Next Generation – word games, Sudoku, solitaire – leading inevitably to Slingo, Jewel Quest, and Angry Birds.

MistyAMSun 9-2014 1crWhen I found myself playing a game during my favorite time of day, as the light creeps into our meadow, I decided this has to stop.

The need to recharge is very real for me, as evidenced by our choice to live where we are surrounded by meadow and forest. Without that flow of energy – nervous out, calm in – I become all nerves. Instead of recharging, however, I’ve been using my down time to fidget, which it turns out is not a recharging activity in my case.

I’ve been a fidgeter all my life. When I was in fourth grade or so, mom made me a “knittin’ nanny”, a device constructed from a wooden spool and small nails. With it, I could sit and create yards of yarn rope stuff that to my knowledge no one ever used. Other attempts to occupy me included knitting, typing, and cooking. Each had charms. And still I fidgeted.

Aging brought the Dervish years, when I whirled through an ever-changing life: kids, critters, country, town, school, travel, music, words, friends. I bit my nails and tried to do everything at once. While fidgeting. And now, I find I am the perfect prey for geek programmers who understand my fidgeting boredom and cater to it perfectly.

In earlier times, I would have had no luxury to even examine this “problem”. And therein may have been its solution.

‘SKI has done some services for Unitarian Universalist groups about meditation and handwork. For some of us fidgeters, it’s all about this process of recharging our batteries. Studies have shown that Mom was on the right track – certain ways of occupying our fidgeting selves actually soothe us and bring us closer to center.Beads

Repetition plus an amount of required attention seem to be the formula for me. So far what I’ve found works is music or weeding, and I’m adding textile projects as an indoor alternative to weeding. I have mending. I have hand sewing. (Ask me about my Christmas stockings!) I have a wonderful shrug-thing waiting to be knitted or crocheted, I forget which. And if I come out of this process with a new coat, a carved box, or a creative side-trip that also works as a recharge, it’s even better.

hackman_sweetgrassbasketI’m starting this reset with one small change: the idea that during the Red Wings game or the Tigers game, while my top brain is involved with the radio, I will do one of the above. I already know I can weed during games, and this will be another step toward regaining my sanity. If any.

HERE AND NOW by Kathryn W Morski

Everybody’s running like they’ve got some place to go,
And everybody’s talking like they think they really know.
Everybody’s stressing out and messing with my head –
Does it really matter? Yeah, that’s what I said.

See, everything that’s written down was penned by human hands,
And everything that happens brings a new set of demands.
If everything’s important, then it’s really all the same.
Does it really matter? Is it all a game?

Once in a while, it comes down to this:
Life is a treasure that shatters.
And when it does, where’s the core? What remains?
There is the heart, all that matters.
And once in a while, it comes down to who:
Who do you feed? When and how?
Once in a while, it comes down to you.
It all comes down to here and now.

There’s so much in all our lives, we’ve barely room to breathe.
Why don’t we measure worth by all the stuff we dare to leave?
Gathering a wealth in things just clutters up the mind.
Does it really matter? Leave it all behind.

Once in a while, it comes down to this:
Life is a treasure that shatters.
And when it does, where’s the core? What remains?
There is the heart, all that matters.
And once in a while, it comes down to who:
Who do you feed? When and how?
Once in a while, it comes down to you.
It all comes down to here and now.
It all comes down to here and now.

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Hoping you are the same!

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