Confessions of a twitter Neophyte
Three weeks ago, I decided to plunge into the social networking world. I opened a twitter account. Suddenly, I was transported into a virtual galaxy of 140-character messages. First thing in the morning I would pour a cup of coffee, turn on the computer and click onto my twitter account. I savoured each and every moment of my new adventure. I had no idea where a tweet might lead me. Head bowed, I explored paths to new links, videos and photos. My three daily newspapers lay curled up on the front step, neglected paper orphans without a reason to live.
This week, I decided it was time to return to a kinder and gentler morning. I poured my coffee and slid open the back door to look at my bird feeder. All was quiet. Where had all the American Goldfinches gone? All summer I had been entertained by these small fluff balls that swooped, fought and sang at my feeder. Now, I heard nothing but silence. In that moment I realized that my canary-yellow companions had begun their arduous migratory flight to the southern USA and I had not noticed. I felt a twinge of regret. I resolved right then and there to re-claim my mornings. So, I decided the following: no more will I allow the twitter blue bird to seduce me into believing that what is going on in its virtual world is more important than the natural world right at my doorstep. The news will have to wait. First thing in the morning, I will return to my meditation practice. I will sit with eyes closed and focus on my breath. Only after my sit will I pour a cup of coffee, scoop up the neglected newspapers and switch on the computer.