After who knows how many thousands of eggs, pounds of ground turkey and boxes of wheat rotini we’ve gone through, it has certainly had its culinary challenges. But the upside is that we learn more about each other every single day. For example, about 40 weeks in, after baking salmon on a weekly rotation, I learned my wife does not, in fact, like salmon.
Not many of us would have chosen this isolation, the tragedy of Covid-19 or what the politics of last year put us through. But looking for silver linings — as I’m sure all of us are trying to do — I’ve seen how having 1,000 meals with the people most important in my life has brought us closer together.
As we all eagerly await for the return of being able to be together again, I’m reminded of a Hebrew word for wait, qavah. (And while I do have a year of college Hebrew under my belt, it was my pastor who reminded me about it on Sunday.)
The figurative meaning is “eagerly waiting.” The literal meaning is “binding together,” like making a rope or braiding hair. For many of us, I think those two meanings — embracing those closest to us, while we await with hope what lies ahead — capture where a lot of us are.
I know that for so many, this period has been isolating in ways that have been crushingly depressing. Great loss — in many forms — has been the reality of many people. Economic disparity has widened and work-life balance has been blurred. None of my silver linings reflection is to suggest that everyone has had a rosy 1,000 meals in TV family comedy-scripted joy — and, to be clear, ours have not always been that.
And even as we have been braiding ourselves together, we still eagerly await a time when we can be together with others.
I count myself extremely lucky to have a loving family to share this isolation with — and after 1,000 meals, I look forward to 100,000 more. But I still do miss those spontaneous moments of connection that only happen when we’re out in the world, trying hard, living fully, and leaning on each other in ways big and small.
— to www.cnn.com