{"id":37973,"date":"2021-02-12T00:00:24","date_gmt":"2021-02-12T08:00:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nalandabodhi.org\/?p=37973"},"modified":"2021-02-12T00:00:24","modified_gmt":"2021-02-12T08:00:24","slug":"be-careful-what-you-wish-for","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nalandabodhi.org\/nl\/2021\/02\/12\/be-careful-what-you-wish-for\/","title":{"rendered":"Be careful what you wish for"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Yesterday, as I attended one of my innumerable meetings via Zoom, my co-participants and I began, as so often has been our wont since the lock downs, to talk about the exhausting world of online meetings. It\u2019s so hard, we say, to connect; reading faces, encountering people at such a distance, is unexpectedly tiring.<\/p>

I chatted along, making the usual comments for a few moments, and then I drew myself up short. I\u2019m a teacher, and after months of Zoom classes and meetings to prepare for a new school year, I am back in the classroom\u2014and I would give much to be online feeling the loss of connection.<\/p>

Each morning I leave far earlier than I must, to beat the transit crowds. As I sit on the subway and then the bus, I find my eyes straying from my book, glancing about: Is that stranger too close? Oh, dear, he pulled down his mask, has it below his nose. I debate saying something, moving seats, or assuming I\u2019m overcautious. And so it goes.<\/p>

The day with the students is better. Unlike so many schools, ours has been mindful; spacing is good if not perfect, groups are small, and everyone must wear a mask. But the relief I expected to find in the classroom again is not so fulsome as I had hoped. I can see only parts of faces, no smiles. When I see my students outside, unmasked, I often can\u2019t recognize them. Our voices are muffled. The school, quite rightly, has moved out the big oak table we once gathered around and replaced it with the ranked desks of my childhood. Small groups are forbidden in the time of social distancing.<\/p>

It would be a relief to be exhausted by Zoom again, to see my students\u2019 digitized faces, to hear their voices clearly, and to avoid the daily transit challenges. As my mother used to say, \u201cBe careful what you wish for; you just might get it.\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Praktijk<\/h2>

As I contemplate these changes, balance one undesirable reality against another, I find the following practice especially helpful:<\/p>