That Thursday, the last day of class before a week-long spring break, we had a party.
I agree it’s sad and deeply tragic – all the consequences of the virus, and I do my part to hinder the spread. But in the middle of the chaos happening in the world, I am deeply thankful.
This year I decided it was going to be a total black-out of all news and social media and I started off in robust fashion, replacing facebook with an actual book and trading the clamor of the news for the sweet sound of music.
nothing has made me feel the way I do about my “job” as this pandemic has—that knot-in-the-pit–of-your-stomach sensation while heading into work, comforted only by the empathetic faces of my colleagues who are going through the same.
We prop the phone up near the play kitchen her sister plays with here at home, and they “prepare meals” together, sometimes for as long as an hour.
Of course it is not easy, I never said that. I also miss hiking or going out with friends, to the mountains, but now I am patient. I find all kinds of fun activities to do around the house – I read, I watch movies or series that are appropriate for my age, I have even started to cook.
I wept when I saw the movie about the life of Wilberforce when it gets to the point where he starts singing Amazing Grace, raw and simple, with a shaky voice. For a long time that was, for me, the best rendition of the song.
From an emotional perspective, the last few weeks have been not easy for me. Being pulled away from my normal environment and placed in a different one, and being already very sensitive and overly aware of everything that goes on around me and inside of me – which has led to some low moments.
When I left on February the 7th, there were six cases of coronavirus in France. There were none in Argentina.
This year I gave up a few food groups for Lent and added in some spiritual practices, and as the situation has escalated, I have thought many times about how “perfect” the timing has been.