The Impact #oneword Can Have

Ilene’s #oneword 2020 poster shows the word Community and some app logos like Flipgrid, Buncee, Wakelet

Over the past few years, I’ve participated in the #oneword movement. Each year since 2019, I have chosen a word after reflecting on the past year and my year ahead. As the year passes, I refer to my word and check in about how it resonates with me and relates to events in my life.  For me, it’s a better guide than a New Year resolution and continues reverberating years later. I intentionally chose each #oneword to ensure they connect from year to year, which means they can be an even more powerful guide to me.

 

Here are my #onewords in yearly order: 

2020: Transition

2021: Belonging

2022: Journey 

2023: Bittersweet 

2024: Bridge

#oneword 2022, Journey

I will share an example of how these words can be a powerful guide. 

Since the early 2000s, I have passionately supported educators and education leaders with training, coaching, and mentoring. My work included attending and presenting at local, regional, and international conferences and providing these services to local Kuwaiti private schools through a consultancy I established in 2012. I attended and presented at conferences such as ISTE, ASCD, TESOL International, TESOL Arabia, INACOL, and BettMENA on various topics. It was something that was a part of my soul. I continued to do it even after I retired from full-time work as an administrator in 2019. It was a way to stay connected with people during the pandemic and stay busy in my retirement. I never thought I’d set this work aside. Until…

In Spring 2022, my son and daughter-in-law announced they were expecting a baby that Fall. A week or so later, my daughter and son-in-law announced they were expecting twins a few weeks before them. I was elated! I’d waited years to become a Nana, and now I would be a Nana three times! How awesome is that? Then reality set in. Both couples lived in different states on the Eastern coast of the U.S. at the time. I consulted with them and decided to travel from Kuwait to be with my daughter since she was due before my daughter-in-law. I also knew she would need help with the twins. When my daughter-in-law’s mother left to return to Kuwait in November, I arranged to spend time helping her and my son. 

Fast forward to September 10, 2023, and the unexpected early birth of the twins by C-section. I immediately bought an air ticket to travel at the earliest available date. The babies were premature at 28 weeks, so they were hospitalized in the NICU for a month. My daughter was recovering from pre-eclampsia and the surgery, so she stayed in the hospital for a week. That gave me time to finish what I needed to do in Kuwait, pack, and head West. So began a year-long balance of life in the U.S. and Kuwait. All thoughts about my professional life were put on the back burner as I put systems in place to support my daughter and son-in-law as they navigated parenthood with two preemies. As I told them when I arrived, my goal was to support, not take over. They were going through a significant transition, and I was staying in their home. Decisions about what, how, and when to do things would come from them. Only when I was asked for suggestions would I make any. On the rare occasion when I felt strongly about something, I asked if I could give advice based on my experience. They appreciated that my role was supportive so they could set up a new life situation that worked for them. As a result, my relationship with them deepened.

However, I had to cancel 2023 conference appearances at ISTE, EDIT Summit, TESOL, and a local TESOL conference that I had committed to doing. As the year went on, I struggled every time I received a call for proposals from an organization I belonged to until I finally unsubscribed from most of them. In 2022 and 2023, I was focused on self-care (I’m not as young as I was when I had my kids, so taking care of babies with lots of needs at all times of day and night took a toll on me after a couple of months) and focused on my family. I was honest with my children and their spouses about making sure my health stayed a priority so I could keep helping them. That meant staying in the U.S. for a couple of months, then returning to Kuwait, where my husband awaited my short visits. Then, flying back to the U.S. to help out again. I did that five times in the space of ten months. I am privileged because I retired and have the time and financial means to do that. 

It might surprise you that even after all this time and my devotion to my children and grandchildren, I struggled with giving up my passion for training and supporting teachers to have more time to focus on my family, especially my grandchildren. I also wanted to be available for my mother (she’s 99, reasonably self-sufficient, but needs me now and then). There was no time to work on presentations or submissions, and I had to withdraw from the conferences I’d already committed to. I have organized events and conferences, which creates more work for the organizers if someone changes their mind. That impacted me emotionally. 

Now, back to my #oneword series. 

In 2019, I transitioned from full-time work as a very involved administrator who worked long hours to retirement. Transition was a perfect word for that year as I navigated my life without a daily schedule.

In 2020, my #oneword was belonging. I focused on freelance consulting and presenting wherever and whenever I could. It helped my transition to retirement and supported my sense of belonging. 

In 2021, advocate (verb and noun) was my #oneword. The world was still in the midst of the pandemic, and politics was dealing heavy blows to DEIJB initiatives. I grew up believing in people and their humanity. It was time for me to speak out about issues and listen to understand why, after many years of effort by people and organizations to bring equity and social justice to every individual, we were failing. 

In 2022, my #oneword was journey. All of life is a journey, and I began to feel the need to view life in transition and my search for belonging as a path on my journey. 

Last year, my #oneword was bittersweet. I felt the bittersweetness of leaving my freelance work (the bitter) and looking for other paths, like writing children’s books and spending time with my family (the sweetness), which was connected with belonging. I allowed myself to be available when my family needed me. 

This year, I reflected on the past few years and looked forward. I realized that the year would still be a bit bitter with some sweetness and that I could be the bridge if I fully accepted the changes in my life. I also consider myself a bridge between people and cultures; people who’ve met me have mentioned the same. The main character of my first picture book is Aziza. She is a bi-racial Arab American living in Kuwait and navigating a world where difference makes it difficult for her to be included by her peers. Although she is bilingual (Arabic/English), she has a detectable accent when she speaks Arabic, and her classmates notice it. She is also much shorter than her peers, which makes her look younger than her age. I hope Aziza’s story will create a bridge between the perceptions of differences of her classmates and create a sense of belonging and community through their shared life experiences. 

As you can see, I remain true to my passion: supporting children’s sense of belonging. Only this time, through storytelling, teachers can read to their students and discuss topics like inclusion and diversity. I’m also planning to write books for older children steeped in the history and culture of the Arabian Gulf region to broaden the perspective of readers from around the world.

My #oneword continues to guide my life. It’s only March, and I already see how “bridge” impacts my thinking about a future without conferences and consulting but filled with writing and imagining. It also pushes me to reach out virtually to the many educators I will no longer see in person. I want to keep those connections alive.

 

Reflections on my #oneword2023 – Bittersweet

This year, as I delve into the complexities of my #oneword2023 – bittersweet, I find myself caught in a delicate dance between the joy encapsulated in my family’s moments and the bitter reality of our world. The contrast is stark, and as I witness the innocence of my grandchildren against the backdrop of global strife, the word ‘bittersweet’ takes on a profound meaning.

The bittersweet symphony of my personal life, documented in the laughter and growth of Luna, Nova, and Lulwa, seems almost surreal when juxtaposed with the harsh realities that plague our world. In a time where geopolitical tensions are palpable, with conflicts in Gaza, DR Congo, Sudan, and beyond, the sweetness of familial love becomes a refuge—a sanctuary against the bitter storms raging beyond our homes.

As I consider the videos and photographs that bring me immeasurable joy, a poignant question lingers: What kind of world are we shaping for future generations? The bittersweet undertones intensify as I contemplate the challenges and complexities that Luna, Nova, and Lulwa might confront as they navigate the intricacies of a world marred by conflicts and a seeming lack of humanity.

The contrast becomes even more pronounced as I reminisce about my professional life before their arrival. The decisions to step back, unsubscribe, and reassess my priorities carry the weight of sacrifice, yet in the same breath, I acknowledge the unparalleled joy that my family brings. It’s a bittersweet acknowledgment that life, in its multifaceted nature, demands trade-offs, and the path not taken is often paved with nostalgia and a tinge of regret.

In the professional realm, the bittersweet dance continues. Unsubscribing from familiar organizations symbolizes a shift, a departure from a familiar path. The prospect of missed opportunities and unmet virtual friends amplifies the bitter notes. However, in that moment of reflection, the realization strikes—these decisions are made not in isolation but against the backdrop of the best gifts in the world, my family.

The overarching question persists: How can I shield my loved ones from the harshness of a world seemingly devoid of compassion and empathy? Or, perhaps more importantly, How can I become an example for them to follow? The tragedies unfolding in various corners of the globe—the conflicts, the suffering, the disparities—cast a shadow that is hard to ignore. Yet, within this complexity, the bittersweet connection between personal joy and global anguish is not lost.

"The Bittersweet is also about the recognition that light and dark, birth and death -bitter and sweet - are forever paired. "Days of honey. Days of onion" as an old Arabic proverb puts it."

Perhaps, it is in acknowledging this duality that compassion for humanity blossoms. The bittersweet experiences of our personal lives can become a catalyst for fostering compassion and understanding of the collective human experience. The call for positive change echoes in this intersection of joy and sorrow.

As I navigate the interplay of sweet family moments and the bitter realities of the world, I am reminded that life, in all its bittersweet glory, is an ongoing journey. It is a journey where the compassion we cultivate within our families can extend beyond, influencing the broader narrative of humanity. In the face of adversity, it becomes imperative to turn bittersweetness into a force for positive change—one that shapes a world where future generations can inherit not only love but also a legacy of empathy and compassion.

"The place you suffer, in other words, is the same place you care profoundly-care enough to act."

**Call to Action: Cultivate Compassion and Act Locally**

In the tapestry of bittersweet reflections on my #oneword2023, I invite you to join me in transforming contemplation into action. The world may be rife with challenges, but within our spheres of influence, there are tangible steps we can take to create a ripple effect of positive change.

1. **Foster Compassion in Your Community:**
Share the bittersweet stories that shape your life. Engage in conversations that bridge the gaps between personal joy and global challenges. You contribute to a more empathetic and understanding community by fostering compassion in your immediate circles.

2. **Support Local Initiatives:**
While the global stage may seem overwhelming, focusing on local initiatives allows us to make a meaningful impact. Support organizations and projects in your community that work towards positive change in education, healthcare, or social justice.

3. **Stay Informed and Advocate for Change:**
Knowledge is a powerful tool. Stay informed about global events and issues. Advocate for change by raising awareness, participating in relevant discussions, and supporting organizations that align with your values.

4. **Embrace the Power of Connection:**
Leverage the digital age to connect with like-minded individuals globally. Join online communities that advocate for positive change and share resources, ideas, and experiences. The collective strength of a connected world can amplify our efforts.

5. **Inspire the Next Generation:**
Whether you’re a parent, grandparent, teacher, or mentor, play a role in shaping the perspectives of the next generation. Instill values of empathy, compassion, and global awareness in young minds, ensuring they grow up with a sense of responsibility towards the world.

6. **Document Your Journey:**
Share your own bittersweet reflections. Whether through blogs, social media, or local gatherings, your personal experiences can inspire others to reflect on their lives and the impact they can have on the world around them.

In the midst of life’s bittersweet moments, let us find strength in our shared humanity. By taking small, intentional steps, we can contribute to a world that balances the scales toward compassion and understanding. The journey towards positive change begins with us, in our homes, communities, and the stories we tell. Together, let’s turn the bittersweet symphony of our lives into a harmonious melody of hope and action.

In Search of Safety and Belonging: Navigating Our Global Crises

Today, my heart is aching. It’s aching for all the lives lost so far in multiple places around the world. It’s also angry. How can this be happening? I ask myself. How can people around the world watch as a whole population is forced to flee their homes, their birthplace, where they feel they belong? 

In the world’s vast expanse, countless individuals are bound by a common thread — the pursuit of safety and belonging amidst an era riddled with conflict and environmental turmoil. The contrasting images of people displaced and those trapped by barbed wire fences resonating across our screens and newspapers are a piercing illustration of this pursuit, capturing the urgency of a planet in distress beyond borders and seas.

War and strife rip through nations, leaving deep scars of trauma in their wake. Governments are intent on taking control of natural resources, interfering in sovereign affairs, and causing families to run for their lives. Thousands in the streets of every major city scream for justice, peace, and what is right. They are powerless to stop the conflicts.

Climate calamities strike with indiscriminate might, an invisible enemy that shifts the ground beneath and redraws the coastlines without regard. For those already cornered by conflict, the rising sea levels and environmental degradation due to greenhouse gas emissions pose existential threats, magnifying the hardships. Their struggle is emblematic of the double jeopardy facing vulnerable populations worldwide – caught between geopolitical strife and the ruthless, creeping tides of global warming.

Children, amidst this chaos, find their futures in jeopardy. What is our future if our children suffer because our decisions have increased the likelihood of disease, destruction, and desolation? Their potential is at risk as they navigate an uncertain future and an unhealthy environment. Once vibrant and unbounded, their dreams are confronted by the grim predictions of a world in flux, challenging their potential and tomorrows. 

Sharing these feelings isn’t merely a foray into empathy; it’s a call to action. Within every child uprooted by conflict or climate disaster, there is a lost opportunity for progress toward peace and a better world for all. They will carry this with them throughout their lives. Children who are watching; children who are experiencing. Our collective future depends on how we resolve conflicts or address climate change and how we uphold the human rights of the most vulnerable, our children. In embracing this common cause of humanity, we can find true safety and a sense of belonging for all.  

Love story – How we met

Buncee depicting my sweetheart and me on a boat in Dubai. Hearts and lovebirds surround us. Kuwait Towers, symbol of Kuwait and Niagara Falls symbolizing Buffalo, NY

In March 1978, I met my soulmate and the love of my life. He was a Kuwaiti graduate student completing his intensive English requirement before starting his graduate studies in Oral Pathology when we met by accident at our university’s student center. I had already been accepted into an MBA program in Miami, Florida which meant I was moving from Buffalo, New York where I grew up and we met. At the time, I definitely wasn’t looking to meet a life partner. Little did I know…

I often met my girlfriend, a fellow student at the university, in the student center on the North campus. She tutored foreign students in the intensive English program at the university in her free time and on that particular day, as we walked by one of the tables, she stopped to say hello to some of the students she knew. This group happened to be mostly Arabic speakers and were soon joined by a short, rather shy young man who looked older than the undergraduate students we’d been chatting with. It turns out, he was a graduate student and also taking the English course before entering his full-time Oral Pathology degree program. He shyly said hello to everyone and mentioned he was heading home in his car if any of the students needed a ride. As they left, my friend and I said goodbye. We didn’t think anything else about the encounter until a few days later when we bumped into some of the same students at a Lebanese restaurant near another part of the campus. After greeting each other and sharing which foods were our favorites, the short grad student invited my girlfriend and me to his apartment for a gathering of some friends. We told him we’d try to attend since we were looking for a bit of socializing in our free time.

The gathering was small and it was only six more weeks before I moved to Miami, Florida for grad school, so I was social but not very involved in a conversation with any of the guests except my friend. Then the shy, short grad student came over to me and asked me if I was enjoying the party. I didn’t want to seem unfriendly, so I told him I was interested in knowing more about where he was from. As an undergraduate history major, I enjoyed learning about different places, the culture, and customs. In my new friend’s case, I knew where Kuwait was on the map, but I didn’t know much more than that. In rather broken English, he told me about Kuwait and asked questions to get to know me. I still wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship but was happy to have someone to chat with. As a shy 22-year-old, I felt awkward in social situations, but there was something about this shy Kuwaiti that made me feel less awkward. Before we left the party, he invited my friend and me to an international student activity the following week. Suffice it to say, by the time I left for Miami we were more than just friends.

The year I spent in Miami was filled with studying and working part-time to support myself. It was also a year of long-distance phone calls and snail mail including postcards. I had decided I didn’t want to travel during my December holiday because I was working and also hated the snowy, cold weather in Buffalo. Instead, my boyfriend flew to Miami to visit me. We enjoyed our time together and became closer. I admired his caring towards me and compassion towards others. He told me he had two more years to complete his graduate program and then he would move back to Kuwait. Although I had deep feelings for him, I couldn’t imagine myself moving so far away from home, something that was always in the back of my mind. Moving forward in our relationship seemed out of reach.

Towards the end of my degree program, I began looking for a job. I preferred to stay in the southern United States where it was warmer and there were more opportunities for employment. I settled on an offer from a bank in Atlanta, Georgia. My boyfriend visited me there and we continued to keep in touch on the phone. After about a year in Atlanta, my boyfriend, who was close to finishing his degree, proposed to me. He initially said he could make a life in America but it would make more sense if we were both in the same place while he completed his degree. At the time, I wasn’t very happy at my job, so even though I said I would never move back to Buffalo, I resigned from my job, took a job in a bank in Buffalo, and headed home. Within a year, my fiance had completed his degree and moved back to Kuwait. In spite of thinking he could manage life in America, he returned home. His mother became ill and he needed to be back in Kuwait to travel with her to Germany for treatment. I had already quit my job and packed my worldly possessions to follow him and get married there, but plans were put on hold until he returned from Germany. In the meantime, many of my friends told me I shouldn’t trust him to follow through on his promise. However, I believed him and in the six years we had been together, he’d never given a reason to doubt his promise.

At the end of September 1984, he called me from Kuwait and told me he was arranging a flight to London where we would meet up after almost a year apart and spend a few days before heading to Kuwait. I appreciated the chance to break up the trip and to see a place I’d always dreamed of visiting. Our days in London were spent enjoying live theater, visiting museums, and eating yummy food at wonderful restaurants. Then it was time to travel to Kuwait to get married and settle down. It wasn’t the first time I had been to Kuwait. My fiance invited me to see his home and meet his family in 1980 to make sure it was a place I would be happy. Truth be told, I would have been happy anywhere as long as we were together.

It has been more than thirty-six years since I moved to Kuwait and I have never regretted my decision. My husband and I have had our ups and downs like all married couples, but our friendship and love for each other has carried us through every difficult situation. If you had told me in February 1978 that I would be living in Kuwait and returning to Buffalo, New York in the middle of winter to visit my family who still lives there, I wouldn’t have believed you. But that’s exactly what happened and because I feel a sense of belonging in both places, I feel fulfilled and so blessed.

Belonging and Democracy

Protestors on the street in an unnamed city.

Democracies around the world are experiencing movements that seem to take them back a hundred years or more. Protests on the streets of Warsaw, Poland; Portland, Oregon; and Beirut, Lebanon signal the restlessness and impatience of some citizens with the lack of government or compassion for their needs. In spite of democratically conducted elections, many are feeling disenfranchised and dissatisfied with the current status quo. In my search for answers about why people are feeling such a division, I came upon the connection between belonging and democracy. The theory supporting the connection blurs the lines between feeling a sense of belonging and identity or fitting into a specific group. However, I think there is a lot we can learn if we want to heal the divisions which are taking us in dangerous directions right now.

A 2019 study by the Center for Public Impact surveyed Canadians about their sense of belonging to neighborhood, community, and nation related to their belief in democracy. “While sense of belonging to Canada, province/territory, or neighborhood are all associated with an increase in Canadians’ commitment to democracy, a closer look suggests that attachment to the local community has even more impact than feelings of belonging at the national level. For example, those with a very strong sense of belonging to their neighborhood are almost three times more likely to believe that elected officials care what they think compared to those with a very weak sense of belonging, and are twice as likely to attend a public consultation meeting.” We cannot meet all the members of our community, but if we feel we belong within it, we care about what happens to neighbors we haven’t and perhaps will never meet.

“The survey also found that more than four in every five Canadians feel a sense of belonging to their country, while 73 percent feel attachment to their local community. Moreover, Canadians who have a stronger sense of belonging hold more positive views of democracy than those with weaker attachment. They are also more likely to trust our democratic institutions and actors, they are more engaged in democratic and community activities, and they are more likely to believe that their actions can make a difference. In fact, when measured across twenty-five indicators of the strength of Canada’s democratic culture, the average increase is 17 percentage points compared to those with a weak sense of belonging.

What’s going on? It’s possible to speculate that feelings of belonging nourish a sense that “we’re all in this together.” From here, the link to democracy is not that tenuous; having a sense of belonging forges relationships that can be activated and re-activated when problems arise that require neighbors, friends, or colleagues to work together to find solutions. SFU’s Centre for Dialogue is not alone in seeing the link. As stated by the Centre for Public Impact in its Finding Legitimacy initiative:
Belonging to our communities and seeing that we can all contribute to and gain from them not only enhances the legitimacy of governments but can also increase our understanding of others.

As I pondered this information, I was reminded about the experience of Kuwaitis and their democracy. December 5th is the current date for the next Parliamentary elections that are held every four years. Registration by candidates ended yesterday and there are currently more than 300 men and women vying for 50 spots. The recent death of the country’s ruler, Sheikh Sabah Al Ahmed Al Sabah witnessed a peaceful transition of the former Crown Prince, Sheikh Nawaf Al Ahmed Al Sabah to ascend as Emir, and the peaceful appointment of the new Crown Prince, Sheikh Misha’l Al Sabah. The Kuwaiti Constitution was written with the input of Kuwaiti citizens in 1962 after its independence. Just like any democracy, Kuwaitis disagree and sometimes there are protests when feelings are strong about an issue; however, they respect the government institutions and the workings of the judicial system. Things aren’t perfect since democracy can be messy and especially when emotions are running high, but it works.

So that led me to wonder what might be the differences between other democracies and Kuwait’s. I had that “aha” moment after reading about the results of the 2019 study done by CPI in Canada. Kuwaitis are a very close-knit society in spite of differences in opinions resulting from conservative versus liberal ideologies. There is a sense of belonging to the community and nation. One example I remember that underlines the patriotism of Kuwaitis is what happened at the start of the Iraqi invasion on August 2, 1990. The Iraqi government took over all of the radio and television stations and broadcast they were looking for someone to form a government under the Iraqi regime to rule Kuwait. In the early hours of the Iraqi troops entering Kuwait, members of the armed forces and the royal family made sure Sheikh Ahmed Al Jaber Al Sabah, the Emir at the time, and the Crown Prince, Sheikh Saad Al Abdullah Al Sabah escaped to Taif, Saudi Arabia to set up a government in exile. In the late 1980s, there were groups in the Parliament who disagreed with some of the policies of the Emir and his government, so it could have been possible that someone volunteered to be the new “leader”. No Kuwaiti stepped forward, and as soon as the Emir and Crown Prince set up in Taif, communication between Kuwaitis and the government continued without missing a beat.

In spite of the danger of getting caught and tortured or killed, Kuwaitis found ways to funnel information about what was happening inside Kuwait to the government in Taif and for messages to be received in Kuwait to support the Resistance movement. There are many stories about the bravery of Kuwaitis during this time. They worked together as a community to ensure Kuwaitis and residents received basic needs such as food, garbage was removed, and funds were distributed to those who didn’t have access since the banks were shut down for the duration of the invasion. Non-Kuwaiti residents, especially Americans and Brits were direct targets of searches that occurred in every house and apartment. Kuwaitis made sure they were hidden and their needs were taken care of. They were all part of a community and compassion was high on the agenda of each person who stayed in Kuwait during the invasion.

The community is part of the fabric of Kuwait. Each suburb has a cooperative society that includes a supermarket and other shops such as barbershop, photography studio, and pharmacy. Residents of the area own shares in the co-op and each year the profits are shared equally among the shareholders. Each co-op has an elected board and is accountable to the Ministry of Social Affairs and Labor. The cooperative movement in Kuwait is one of the oldest in the world, established in the 1930s. There are many other examples of belonging and community in Kuwait. Life isn’t perfect and we are struggling to get through the current situation like every country in the world, but the democratic model is working, so we need to ask ourselves what is different here that can be learned by others. And now there is research to back it up. Feeling safe, leads to belonging, leads to practicing democratic principles such as healthy participation in the electoral process and compassion for other people.

Awakening From the Trance of Unworthiness by Tara Brach

Today, I am featuring an article by Tara Brach in place of my weekly blog post. Tara outlines her interpretation of Buddhist practices that underline the need for self-belonging as the first step to wholeness and well-being. Her podcast is also a great resource for mindful practice and finding peace within ourselves.
(The following article originally appeared in the Spring 2001 issue of Inquiring Mind (vol. 17, number 2). www.inquiringmind.com

It’s here in all the pieces of my shame
That now I find myself again.
I yearn to belong to something, to be contained
In an all-embracing mind that sees me. . . .

-Rainer Maria Rilke

The intimacy that arises in listening and speaking truth is only possible if we can open to the vulnerability of our own hearts. Breathing in, contacting the life that is right here, is our first step. Once we have held ourselves with kindness, we can touch others in a vital and healing way. – Tara Brach

Our most fundamental sense of well-being is derived from the conscious experience of belonging. Relatedness is essential to survival. When we feel part of the whole, connected to our bodies, each other, and the living Earth, there is a sense of inherent rightness, of being wakeful and in love. The experience of universal belonging is at the heart of all mystical traditions. In realizing non-separation, we come home to our primordial and true nature.

The Buddha taught that suffering arises out of feeling separate. To the degree that we identify as a separate self, we have the feeling that something is wrong, something is missing. We want life to be different from the way it is. An acute sense of separation-living inside of a contracted and isolated self-amplifies feelings of vulnerability and fear, grasping and aversion. Feeling separate is an existential trance in which we have forgotten the wholeness of our being.

Never in the history of the world has the belief in a separate self been so exaggerated and prevalent as it is now in the twenty-first century in the West. In contrast to Asian and other traditional societies, our distinctive mode of identification is as individuals, without stable pre-existing contexts of belonging to families, communities, tribes or religious groups. Our desperate efforts to enhance and protect this fragile self have caused an unprecedented degree of severed belonging at all levels in our society. In our attempts to dominate the natural world, we have separated ourselves from the Earth. In our efforts to prove and defend ourselves, we have separated ourselves from each other. Managing life from our mental control towers, we have separated ourselves from our bodies and hearts.

With our Western experience of an extremely isolated self, we exemplify fully what the Buddha described as self-centered suffering. If we identify as a separate self, we become the background “owner” of whatever occurs. Ajahn Buddhadasa, a twentieth-century Thai meditation master, describes this conditioning to attach an idea of self to experience as “I-ing” and my-ing. Life happens emotions well up, sensations arise, events come and go and we then add onto the experiences that they are happening to me, because of me.

When inevitable pain arises, we take it personally. We are diagnosed with a disease or go through a divorce, and we perceive that we are the cause of unpleasantness (we’re deficient) or that we are the weak and vulnerable victim (still deficient). Since everything that happens reflects on me, when something seems wrong, the source of wrong is me. The defining characteristic of the trance of separation is this feeling and fearing of deficiency.

Both our upbringing and our culture provide the immediate breeding ground for this contemporary epidemic of feeling deficient and unworthy. Many of us have grown up with parents who gave us messages about where we fell short and how we should be different from the way we are. We were told to be special, to look a certain way, to act a certain way, to work harder, to win, to succeed, to make a difference, and not to be too demanding, shy or loud. An indirect but insidious message for many has been, “Don’t be needy.” Because our culture so values independence, self-reliance and strength, even the word needy evokes shame. To be considered as needy is utterly demeaning, contemptible. And yet, we all have needs-physical, sexual, emotional, spiritual. So the basic message is, “Your natural way of being is not okay; to be acceptable you must be different from the way you are.”

Almost two decades ago, author John Bradshaw and others enlarged our cultural self-awareness by calling attention to the crippling effect of shame. Since then, many have recognized the pervasive presence of shame much as we might an invisible toxin in the air we breathe. Feeling “not good enough” is that often unseen engine that drives our daily behavior and life choices. Fear of failure and rejection feeds addictive behavior. We become trapped in workaholism-an endless striving to accomplish-and we overconsume to numb the persistent presence of fear.

In the most fundamental way, the fear of deficiency prevents us from being intimate or at ease anywhere. Failure could be around any corner, so it is hard to lay down our hypervigilance and relax. Whether we fear being exposed as defective either to ourselves or to others, we carry the sense that if they knew . . . , they wouldn’t love us. A winning entry in a Washington Post T-shirt contest highlights the underlying assumption of personal deficiency that is so emblematic of our Western culture: “I have occasional delusions of adequacy.”

During high school, I consciously struggled with not liking myself, but during college I was distressed by the degree of self-aversion. On a weekend outing, a roommate described her inner process as “becoming her own best friend.” I broke down sobbing, overwhelmed at the degree to which I was unfriendly toward my life. My habit for years had been to be harsh and judgmental toward what I perceived as a clearly flawed self. My attachment to self-improvement transferred itself into the domain of spiritual practice. While I realized at the time that kindness was intrinsic to the spiritual path, in retrospect it is clear how feeling unworthy directly shaped my approach to spiritual life.

I moved into an ashram and spent twelve years trying to be more pure-waking up early, doing hours of yoga and meditation, organizing my life around service and community. I had some idea that if I really applied myself, it would take eight or ten years to awaken spiritually. The activities were wholesome, but I was still aiming to upgrade a flagging self. Periodically I would go to see a spiritual teacher I admired and inquire, “So, how am I doing? What else can I do?” Invariably these different teachers responded, “Just relax.” I wasn’t sure what they meant, but I didn’t think they really meant “relax.” How could they? I clearly wasn’t “there” yet.

During a six-week Buddhist meditation retreat, I spent at least twelve days with a stomach virus. Not only was there physical discomfort, but I found that I made myself “wrong” for being sick. Having already struggled with chronic sickness, this retreat made it clear just how harshly I had been relating to myself. Sickness had become another sign of personal deficiency. My assumption was that I didn’t know how to take care of myself. I feared that being sick reflected unworthiness and a basic lack of spiritual maturity.

In one of the evening dharma talks, a teacher said, “The boundary to what we can accept is the boundary to our freedom.” For me this rang incredibly true. I had been hitting that boundary repeatedly, contracted by the almost invisible tendency to believe something was wrong with me. Wrong if I was fatigued, wrong if my mind was wandering, wrong if I was anxious, wrong if I was depressed. The overlay of shame converted unpleasant experiences into a verdict on self. Pain turned into suffering. In the moment that I made myself wrong, the world got small and tight. I was in the trance of unworthiness.

Several years ago, at a meeting with a group of Western teachers, the Dalai Lama expressed astonishment at the degree of self-aversion and feelings of unworthiness reported by Western students. I know many friends and students who have found, as I did, that even after decades of spiritual practice, they are still painfully burdened by feelings of personal deficiency. Many assumed that meditation alone would take care of it. Instead, they found that deep pockets of shame and self-aversion had a stubborn way of persisting over the years.

Carl Jung describes a paradigm shift in understanding the spiritual path: Rather than climbing up a ladder seeking perfection, we are unfolding into wholeness. We are not trying to transcend or vanquish the difficult energies that we consider wrong-the fear, shame, jealousy, anger. This only creates a shadow that fuels our sense of deficiency. Rather, we are learning to turn around and embrace life in all its realness-broken, messy, vivid, alive.

Yet even when our intention in spiritual practice is to include the difficult energies, we still have strong conditioning to resist their pain. The experience of shame-feeling fundamentally deficient-is so excruciating that we will do whatever we can to avoid it. The etymology of the word shame is “to cover.” Rather than feel the rawness of shame, we develop life strategies to cover and compensate for its presence. We stay physically busy and mentally preoccupied, absorbed in endless self-improvement projects. We numb ourselves with food and other substances. We try to control and change ourselves with self-judgment or relieve insecurity by blaming others. We are so sufficiently defended that we can spend years meditating and never really include in awareness the feared and rejected parts of our experience.

Often those who feel plagued by not being good enough are drawn to idealistic cosmologies that highlight the sense of personal deficiency but offer the possibility of becoming a dramatically different person. The quest for perfection is based on the assumption that we are faulty and must purify and transcend our lower nature. This perception of spiritual hierarchy, of progressing from a lower to a higher self, can be found in elements of most Western and Eastern religions.

When we are in the process of trying to ascend, we never arrive and always feel spiritually insufficient. This was clearly the case during my first years of practice in pursuit of becoming a more perfect yogi. The temporary and passing states of peace or rapture were never enough to soothe my underlying sense of unworthiness. I felt continuously compelled to do more. An alternative face of such insecurity is spiritual pride. The very accomplishments-like improved concentration or periods of bliss-if owned by the self, reinforce a sense of a deficient self that is moving up the ladder. With either pride or shame, our awareness is identified as an entity that is separate and afraid of failure.

In my own unfolding, as well as with friends, clients and dharma students, an intentional spotlight on shame and unworthiness has been enormously revealing. Many people have told me that when they realize how pervasive their self-aversion is and how long their life has been imprisoned by shame, it brings up a sense of grief as well as life-giving hope. Fear of deficiency is a prison that prevents us from belonging to our world. Healing and freedom become possible as we include the shadow-the unwanted, unseen and unfelt parts of our being-in a wakeful and compassionate awareness.

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For a child to feel belonging, he or she needs to feel understood and loved. We each feel a fundamental sense of connectedness when we are seen and when what is seen is held in love. We habitually relate to our inner life in the same way that others attended to us. When our parents (and the larger culture) don’t respond to our fears, are too preoccupied to really listen to our needs or send messages that we are falling short, we then adopt similar ways of relating to our own being. We disconnect and banish parts of our inner life.

Meditation practices are a form of spiritual reparenting. We are transforming these deeply rooted patterns of inner relating by learning to bring mindfulness and compassion to our life. An open and accepting attention is radical because it flies in the face of our conditioning to assess what is happening as wrong. We are deconditioning the habit of turning against ourselves, discovering that in this moment’s experience nothing is missing or wrong.

The trance of unworthiness, sustained by the movement of blaming, striving and self-numbing, begins to lift when we stop the action. The Buddha engaged in his mythic process of awakening after coming to rest under the bodhi tree. We start to cut through the trance in the moment that we, like the Buddha, discontinue our activity and pay attention. Our willingness to stop and look-what I call the sacred art of pausing-is at the center of all spiritual practice. Because we get so lost in our fear-driven busyness, we need to pause frequently.

The Buddha realized his natural wisdom and compassion through a night-long encounter with the forces of greed, hatred and delusion. We face the shadow deities by pausing and attending to whatever presents itself-judgment, depression, anxiety, obsessive thinking, compulsive behavior. Because shame and fear often are not fully conscious, we can deepen this attention by inquiring into what is happening. Caring self-inquiry invites the habitually hidden parts of our being into awareness.

If I pause in the midst of feeling even mildly anxious or depressed and ask, “What am I believing?” I usually discover an assumption that I am falling short or about to fail in some way. The emotions around this belief become more conscious as I further inquire, “What wants attention or acceptance in this moment?” Frequently I find contractions of fear under the story of insufficiency. I find that the trance is sustained only when I reject or resist experience. As I recognize the mental story and open directly to the bodily sense of fear, the trance of unworthiness begins to dissolve.

There are times that the grip of fear and shame is overt and vicelike. At a retreat I led a few years ago a young man named Ron came into an interview with me and announced that he was the most judgmental person in the world. He went on to prove his point, describing how scathing he was toward his every thought, mood and behavior. When he felt back pain, he concluded that he was an “out of shape couch potato, not fit for a zafu.” When his mind wandered, he concluded he was hopeless as a meditator. During the lovingkindness meditation, he was disgusted to find that his heart felt like a cold stone. In approaching an interview with me, he felt caught in the clutch of fear, embarrassed that he would be wasting my time. While others were not exempt, his most constant barrage of hostility was directed at himself. I asked him if he knew how long he had been turning so harshly on himself. He paused for quite a while, his eyes welling up with tears. It was for as long as he could remember. He had joined in with his mother, relentlessly badgering himself and turning away from the hurt in his heart.

The recognition of how many moments of his life had been lost to self-hatred brought up a deep sorrow. I invited him to sense where his body felt the most pain and vulnerability. He pointed to his heart, and I asked him how he felt toward his hurting heart at that moment. “Sad,” he responded, “and very sorry.” I encouraged him to communicate that to his inner life-to put his hand on his heart and send the message, “I care about this suffering.” As he did so, Ron began to weep deeply.

In Buddhist meditation, a traditional compassion practice is to see suffering and offer our prayer of care. Thich Nhat Hanh suggests that when we are with someone who is in pain, we might offer this deeply healing message: “Darling, I care about your suffering.” We rarely offer this care or tenderness to ourselves. We are definitely not used to touching ourselves, bringing the same tenderness that we might to stroking the cheek of a sleeping child, and gently placing a hand on our own cheek or heart. For the remaining days of the retreat, this was Ron’s practice. When he became aware of judging, he would consciously feel the vulnerability in his body-the place that for so long had felt pushed away, frightened, rejected. With a very gentle touch, he would place his hand on his heart and send the prayer of care. Ron was sitting in the front of the meditation hall, and I noticed that his hand was almost always resting on his heart.

When we met before the closing of the retreat, Ron’s whole countenance was transformed. His edges had softened, his body was relaxed, his eyes were bright. Rather than feeling embarrassed, he seemed glad to see me. He said that the judgments had been persistent but not so brutal. By feeling the woundedness and offering care, he had opened out of the rigid roles of judge and accused. He went on to tell me something that had touched him deeply. When he had been walking in the woods, he passed a woman who was standing still and crying quietly. He stopped several minutes later down the trail and could feel his heart hold and care for her sadness. Self-hatred had walled him off from his world. The experience of connection and caring for another was the blessing of a heart that was opening.

The Buddha said that our fear is great, but greater yet is the truth of our connectedness. Whereas Ron was able to rediscover connection and loosen the trance of unworthiness by tenderly offering kindness to his wounds, we might feel too small, too tight and aversive to open to the pain that is moving through us. At these times it helps to reach out, to discover an enlarged belonging through our friends, sangha, family and the living Earth. A man approached the Dalai Lama and asked him how to deal with the enormous fear he was feeling. The Dalai Lama responded that he should imagine he was in the lap of the Buddha.

Any pathway toward remembering our belonging to this world alleviates the trance of separation and unworthiness. After his night under the bodhi tree, the Buddha was very awake but not fully liberated. Mara had retreated but not vanished. With his right hand, the Buddha touched the ground and called on the Earth goddess to bear witness. By reaching out and honoring his connectedness to all life, his belonging to the web of life, the Buddha realized the fullness of freedom.

We are not walking this path alone, building spiritual muscles, climbing the ladder to become more perfect. Rather, we are discovering the truth of our relatedness through belonging to these bodies and emotions, to each other, and to this whole natural world. As we realize our belonging, the trance of unworthiness dissolves. In its place is not worthiness; that is another assessment of self. Rather, we are no longer compelled to blame or hide or fix our being. When we turn and embrace what has felt so personal, we awaken from feelings of separateness and find that we are in love with all of life.
The link to this article: https://www.tarabrach.com/articles-interviews/inquiring-trance

Tara Brach is a teacher and founder of the Insight Meditation Community of Washington, D.C.,and teaches throughout the United States and Europe. She is a clinical psychologist and author of Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha,True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart, and Radical Compassion: Learning to Love Yourself and Your World with the Practice of R.A.I.N.

More resources about self-belonging including Tara’s article can be found on my website.

I am not as “woke” as I thought I was

Uplift Town Hall about Black creatives with disabilties

Last week, was a momentous week for me. I learned so much and expanded my knowledge by listening to the voices of other people. My eyes were opened to new ways of looking at different faiths and the precarious world that Black artists with disabilities experience. I listened to those voices while I attended two amazing webinars. The first webinar was an interview of Rabbi David Rosen by founder of the Inter-Heart organization in Kuwait, Nejoud Al Yagout. The second was a series of interviews by Stephanie Thomas founder and CEO of Cur8able with six creatives, Tatiana Lee, Lauren (Lolo) Spencer, Natalie Trevonne, Shaheem, Richard Bell, and Wesley Hamilton. The host and organizer of this truly inclusive event, Marisa Hamamoto is the Founder, CEO, and Artistic Director of Infinite Flow – An Inclusive Dance Company. In today’s post, I want to share my biggest “take aways” from each of these groundbreaking webinars.

Rabbi David Rosen and Nejoud Al Yagout during the Inter-Heart interview

Nejoud Al Yagout is a Kuwaiti author and poet. I recently interviewed her for my podcast, Journey’s to Belonging. She started Inter-Heart because she believes “we are here to befriend one another and absorb the wisdom of each others’ scriptures and engage in love”. Rabbi Brown was the Chief Rabbi of Ireland and the senior rabbi of the largest Orthodox Jewish Congregation in South Africa and is currently the International Director of Interreligious Affairs at the American Jewish Committee. He serves on the board of the KAICIID International Dialogue Center based in Saudi Arabia as the representative of the Jewish faith. In February 2020, Rabbi Rosen attended an interfaith meeting in Saudi Arabia to discuss a way forward for peace and understanding among all religions around the world. Nejoud’s interview was unusual because, although there was a small Jewish population in Kuwait before 1948, there is no longer open representation. Nejoud’s Inter-Heart organization hopes to break down barriers and misunderstandings people have about other religions. Rabbi Rosen was senior rabbi in South Africa during apartheid. It was during this time that he listened and learned how to bring different communities together.

Some of my key “learning” from the hour long interview are:

If I want to be understood, I need to understand others
If God created diversity there must be a reason for it
Interfaith work is a wonderful gift of spiritual significance
We are limited in comprehension to our own place
A holy person is a spiritually modest person
Human solidarity=humanity
Truly spiritual people should be vegan
The more we see the divine in one another, the more we can be better to each other
There is a clear link between racism and religious bigotry
In order to help people understand each other, get them to work together on action projects and joint projects

The second webinar I attended was called Uplift. Marialice Curran (@mbfxc on Twitter), an advocate for assistive technologies, inclusion, and digital citizenship let my PLN know about this wonderful experience. The webinar was organized by Marisa Hamamoto on Zoom. Marisa made sure there were ASL interpreters, closed captions, and that the attendees were aware that we needed to be patient as all aspects were worked out to ensure maximum inclusivity for everyone. In fact, there was a small delay at the start due to technical difficulties since they needed to switch between the two ASL interpreters (Caroline Blaike and Angelie Thomas) and make sure closed captioning worked. After a short delay (Marisa was so gracious the entire time), she introduced Stephanie who spoke about her own struggles in the fashion industry as a Black creative with disability. Then we listened as Stephanie introduced and interviewed an amazing group of artists involved in many different industries and media. Each disability was overcome through perseverance and courage. But there are still obstacles including being the only Black person in the space. Each of their stories was inspiring and shows how I need to be more aware of the challenges related too being disabled and how much harder each of them worked to carve out their unique place in the arts.

The interviews were such a learning experience for me, but I was even more impressed by the amount of effort taken to ensure the Zoom meeting was inclusive and allowed them to express themselves, either through sign language interpreters or closed captioning. I am sure there was a lot more that happened “behind the scenes” to get everyone and everything set for the webinar. I credit Marisa with the idea and her awesomeness at facilitating it all.

After watching Uplift 1, I made a small donation to Infinite Flow an inclusive and innovative dance organization founded in 2015 by Marisa Hamamoto, who survived a stroke that initially paralyzed her from the neck down. Infinite Flow is the first wheelchair ballroom dance company in America. The dancers are abled and disabled. She books groups to visit elementary schools to inspire and educate children about living with a disability. I highly suggest visiting their website (https://www.infiniteflowdance.org) and finding out more.

The current global move of #BlackLivesMatter protests and my own awareness that although I consider myself an ally and “woke”, there is still a lot I don’t know. I am spending this time listening, watching, reading, and learning as I evaluate my own knowledge of inclusivity and equity. I am questioning and being mindful of not getting overconfident that i know as much or more than others with white privilege even though I have #goodancestors. I am also looking for ways I can be more outspoken and supportive to upend the colonialized and institutionalized systems of racism, wherever and whenever it is found.

Screaming on the inside, looking for solutions on the outside

“In the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I cannot remain silent. I will never be silent in the face of racism, prejudice, bullying, discrimination!

I join with all others and scream out to those who contribute to the perpetuation of racism and all other “isms”; READ, LEARN, THINK, REFLECT.

I will speak out against racism wherever and whenever it happens; in America or Kuwait or Europe or…

I lived through the 1960s and remember the backlash against the Civil Rights movement. I remember the riots and rhetoric. It was a significant time in my life and my parents were highly involved in searching for solutions and speaking up. If I stay silent now or ever, I will be disrespecting their legacy. A legacy of tolerance, justice, understanding, and activism.

My father was a Superintendent in the New York State Department of Labor for the Western New York area. His job included seeking job opportunities for minorities (so labeled at the time) and ensuring equality in hiring practices. A trained lawyer, my father was a volunteer at the Buffalo Volunteer Law Project after he retired from public service and represented clients who couldn’t afford representation. He and my mother were members of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) whose mission is “to secure the political, educational, social, and economic equality of rights in order to eliminate race-based discrimination and ensure the health and well-being of all persons.”

My family and I regularly discussed issues of race and racism and religious discrimination at our dinner table. We were acutely aware of the latter because as a Jewish family in a majority Christian neighborhood, we advocated for equal representation at school music concerts and to have our major holidays recognized as legal holidays.

My mother was a political activist as early as the 1950s. After moving to Buffalo from Long Island, she became involved with the original group that formed the National Women’s Political Caucus. She enrolled in the first Women’s Studies course at SUNY Buffalo in 1971; Women and Contemporary Society. But we also knew we were privileged. We had a roof over our heads, food on our table, clothing to wear, and went on to enroll in university. Stories that my parents told us, were examples to my siblings and me that we had to be aware there were many who weren’t advantaged like we were.

In years past, people asked if we remember where we were when we heard the President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Yes. I remember where I was on November 22, 1961. I also remember where I was when I found out that Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated on April 4, 1968. Hearing the recording of his “I have a dream” speech still makes me cry. Why? Because racism is still prevalent in this world; after more than 50 years of struggle and sacrifice by many!

So what is my message to everyone today? Read, listen, and learn about the history of racist behaviors and racism in the world. Find ways to support causes that work towards equality and against racism. Think about how we lose our own humanity each time someone is threatened, bullied, discriminated against, or murdered because of their race or religion or gender, or ethnicity.

Why does it matter to me? Other than it is embedded in my upbringing, my immediate family includes different religious faiths, gender identities, ethnicities, and skin colors. I was raised Jewish, but converted to Islam before I got married in 1984. My marriage is intercultural and inter-racial. My children are biracial and brown. My sons-in-law are biracial Hispanic and American heritage. My daughter-in-law has Arab roots that also include Jordanian-Palestinian. Has it been easy to live as a family with so many different races, faiths, and ethnicities? Hardly. But each member, including my parents, my siblings, my children, their spouses, and their cousins have worked very hard to recognize that we are still family. We respect each other and hold each other equal. But most importantly, and this includes ME, we listen to each other and continue to learn from each other about our different faiths, ethnicities, gender identities, and race.

On a professional level, as a third grade teacher, I encountered perceived racism in my classroom between students of different Arab heritage. One of my students was very upset and told me she felt excluded when her classmates were outside at recess or working on group activities. Although I didn’t observe these behaviors, I relied on her feelings about the situation and not my assessment of what I thought was or wasn’t happening to her. She felt excluded during activities from the majority of students. She believed she wasn’t included because she was different. I included team building activities in my planning and made sure to manage groups during independent work times to ensure everyone felt included and valued. I also checked in with my students individually to make sure each was comfortable in our classroom.

I had another encounter with racism as director of a foundation program at a private university. A student came to my office and asked to move to a different section. When I asked her the reason for her request, she told me she was receiving messages from other students that made her feel unwanted. I spoke with her instructor who told me there was some interaction among her students that led to a misunderstanding but she was handling it. However, after the second incident was reported to me by the same student, I went into the class, with the instructor’s and student’s permission, and spoke with the whole class. I used examples from my own life; that when I was a student, I felt different and it impacted my ability to learn. We sat and discussed how to make things better for the student who felt marginalized and how to ensure inclusivity and awareness of how our behaviors negatively affect others.

I write and speak about belonging and how children can feel isolated like an outsider if we aren’t aware of the dynamics different races or socio-economic levels create among our students. We must listen and find out how students are feeling. We must act to minimize and eliminate barriers to learning due to racism or any other type of “ism”.

And one final note about words and speaking out: A few months ago, I replied to a tweet by shea martin (@sheathescholar) with the intention of supporting them because I asked them to explain. One of their friends on Twitter replied to me that I should take responsibility for finding out about the topic and that it was exhausting for shea or any other person experiencing a lack of understanding about their race, gender, faith to continuously have to educate me and others. Of course, I apologized and have since done more reading about the topic of gender identity. The reason I mention this here is to underline my responsibility and our responsibility as a community to read and research about gender identity, race, religious faith. I’ve seen quite a few posts this past week reiterating that it is the responsibility of each and every one of us who is privileged to find out more, read more, do more to know more and better understand how to be anti-racist and become an activist by speaking against racism and all the ‘isms’. I am constantly learning.

I am including some links to resources but there are many others.
https://www.leadingequitycenter.com
https://www.goodgoodgood.co/anti-racism-resources
https://www.naacp.org/about-us/game-changers
https://www.history.com/topics/black-history/civil-rights-movement#section_8

What are we learning about education during COVID19?

What students can do offline to continue learning
Sketchnote by @Claribel716

I’ve written about my two previous experiences with schools being closed and have mentioned that it’s ok if there is no content reviewed or introduced as long as children are “learning” from their life experiences. Two weeks ago I was on a call with some of my PLN ‘besties’. The Our Global Classroom, affectionately known as the #OGC fam are real outside the box educators. Although we work within the system, we tend to push the edges a bit to be sure our students’ needs are met. Everyone on the call was from a different state or country and we all are experiencing different messages from schools and school district administrators. And the conclusion we all reached was children, parents, and teachers are stressed and feeling overwhelmed. This is definitely not an ideal way to learn.

In a recent article in the Atlanta Journal Constitution newspaper. Stephanie Jones and Hilary Hughes both University of Georgia professors in the Department of Educational Theory and Practice and co-directors of the Red Clay Writing Project note, “What we’re doing today is teaching and learning to be in Covid-19” and not distance learning or remote learning. The emphasis, they say, is learning to be. Since we are not under normal circumstances, learning at home during this pandemic is not the same as learning at school.
The full article can be found here: https://www.ajc.com/blog/get-schooled/opinion-this-not-home-schooling-distance-learning-online-schooling/b9rNnK77eyVLhsRMhaqZwL

For my part, I will “put my money where my mouth is” and outline some areas that all stakeholders in the education of our youth should consider as we move forward into a different world then we had before COVID19. This is a huge topic but I will do my best to keep it simple.

1. Focus on student outcomes and not content
We have talked around this topic for a long time and some of the solutions included teachers being able to plan units and lessons starting with the standards and outcomes (ie. Undestanding by Design/backward design). However, many teachers have never been trained in how to plan with the end goals in mind. Many teachers plan activities based on following a textbook because that is their guide or they believe the activity is interesting and will keep students “engaged” in the learning.
Resources for planning with the standards and outcomes in mind are available at:
ASCD has a page of resources based on Jay McTighe’s and Grant Wiggin’s work with UbD http://www.ascd.org/research-a-topic/understanding-by-design-resources.aspx
There are also resources here:
https://cft.vanderbilt.edu/guides-sub-pages/understanding-by-design
I highly recommend this series of guides from Learning Sciences International (LSI)
https://www.learningsciences.com/study-guides-and-reproducibles/essentials-series

2. What can they learn while at home in their contexts?
Author, John Spencer (@spencerideas on Twitter) recently published a book about vintage innovation. “Vintage innovation happens when we use old ideas and tools to transform the present. Think of it as a mash-up. It’s not a rejection of new tools or new ideas. Instead, it’s a reminder that sometimes the best way to move forward is to look backward. Like all innovation, vintage innovation is disruptive. But it’s disruptive by pulling us out of present tense and into something more timeless.” His recent post, Taking Distance Learning Away from the Screen http://www.spencerauthor.com/distance-screentime outlines what he is experiencing at home with his teenage children during COVID19 and he offers some ‘mash-up’ suggestions.

Dr. John Spencer ideas for home learning

We can think of activities such as cooking (math, science, language), helping with household chores, assisting with scheduling, taking part in decision-making, joining a family meeting to look for solutions to every day problems, learning how to keep themselves busy while their parents are working, making music/playing music, learning how to strategize by playing board games, make their own games with rules and directions then test them out are some of the ideas I used with my own children while they were growing up. Now that they are on their own, they manage their finances, arrange their own schedules, are creative thinkers, and caring adults.
Resources for learning at home include:
https://www.smore.com/71uxq-the-kids-are-home-now-what a blog post by Andrea Segraves that has multiple resources listed.
From the parents’ point of view: https://newschannel20.com/amp/news/local/what-parents-think-about-e-learning-while-schools-are-closed

3. How can educators support parents and students who lack English language proficiency to help their children?
It’s always important to stay in regular communication with all parents to support them with their child’s learning. It is particularly important during this time to keep the communication going to de-stress parents who are probably balancing work and home responsibilities on their own. Strategies for helping them and their children cope include encouragement, suggestions about scheduling, and showing empathy towards their situation. A recent report by Hechinger, a national nonprofit newsroom that reports on education, noted that “(a)mong the more than 55 million students forced to stay home because of coronavirus-related school closures are at least 4.9 million English-language learners (ELLs)”. Teachers are using snail mail to remain in contact with families that don’t have access to the internet. A school district in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania partnered with a local television station to produce educational programming. But first and foremost schools and teachers are checking on students to ensure their social and emotional needs are being met. https://hechingerreport.org/teachers-use-high-and-low-tech-means-to-reach-english-language-learners-during-coronavirus-crisis

For parents who lack facility in English language, this can become a barrier to their child learning at home. A few resources are:
The Talking Points app which translates messages to a variety of languages.
The Inter-agency Network for Education in Emergencies (INEE) has a vast number of resources, PD, guidelines and webinars that are applicable for everyone right now. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rv6fikncVfkOagbdSUvp13Lx0ExJhh1MS6d7qcQM5iM/edit
From the NY Times: Imagine Online School in a Language You Don’t Understand
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/22/us/coronavirus-immigrants-school.html?smid=em-share

4. What messages should schools/administrators/leaders/teachers be sending home?
Social and Emotional Learning (SEL) is most important right now. If there is someone sick at home, or a caregiver is working in essential services, then cut them some slack. Ask them what they think they can do within their home situation and digital access. Use apps that support immersive reader (Microsoft) such as Wakelet, Buncee, and Flipgrid to translate and read aloud the written communication. Show empathy. Unless required by your school or district, don’t discuss grades and assessments. Students can be assessed later. Post-COVID19, we should be looking at mastery of skills and knowledge and not what content children “learned”.
Some of the resources for SEL are available at CASEL: https://casel.org/covid-resources and also www.inee.org

5. Assess whether the school population has access to technology.
If not, either skip it or find ways to offer access (devices and/or internet). Don’t hand out copies of worksheets for those without access; be inclusive.
Some suggestions for ensuring equity and inclusion during learning at home are:
https://www.kqed.org/mindshift/55608/14-tips-for-helping-students-with-limited-internet-have-distance-learning

It’s a lot to digest while we are in the thick of it, but it’s also important to take time for ourselves. Teacher self-care is always important but often forgotten; however, right now it’s even more important. The suggestions I listed and points I outlined are for reflection and further study. There really is a lot that can be learned at home without textbooks, online materials, or Google docs.

Perhaps we can all take a deep breath and meditate on that for a moment. It’s important to reflect while it is fresh on our minds. Let’s not forget all the lessons WE are learning during COVID19. Your feedback and comments are always welcomed and I look forward to hearing more suggestions from my #PLN!

Empowering Students to Design the Change They Want to See in the World by Dr. Lindsay Portnoy

All kinds of belonging in the age of COVID19

Empty airport terminals

The daily newspaper at my door and “room service” delivered daily. Sounds like I’m staying at a five star hotel? Nope. I’ve been in isolation the past few days since returning to Kuwait from Buffalo, New York and will continue for 28 days total. I bet you’re wondering what it’s like. I must say it is very quiet and peaceful. I am staying in my son’s apartment on the second floor of our house since he’s in Pittsburgh completing his MBA. I can also say that since I was self-isolating at my 95 year old mother’s house in Buffalo, it’s not too different (it’s a bit warmer outside, but since I’m not allowed to go for a walk, it really doesn’t matter).

Today’s post is about the importance of belonging and the many facets of belonging that I am experiencing right now.
First up is self-belonging, or being ok to be alone and not feel lonely.

Dinner is served. Delivered like room service.

My journey started at the airport in Buffalo. The terminal was almost empty, and when I boarded the plane, there were only 7 passengers and 2 crew. It was a one hour flight and we were all scattered throughout the plane. I arrived at JFK terminal 5 and headed to baggage claim. It was totally empty! The only person waiting for baggage was me and the other baggage claim areas were void of any passengers. After claiming my suitcases, I headed to the departure level to call the hotel shuttle. Very few people were waiting outside, and all physically distanced. I had to remind myself I wasn’t in Buffalo anymore and this scene didn’t seem like the usual one at JFK! The shuttle showed up within 5 minutes and took me to the Crowne Plaza Hotel nearby. The plexiglass barrier at the reception counter was a stark reminder that my memory of normal isn’t the norm during COVID19.

I decided to wipe down all of the surfaces I would be touching even though I was sure the room had been properly sanitized. I also wiped down my suitcases before bringing them into the room. Then I made sure to carefully place all of my clothing in a bag I’d brought with me (for donating them) and showered from head to toe. Now that I was satisfied there were no germs anywhere in my vicinity, I sat down to ponder my new circumstances.

I mentioned that my isolation began when I entered the airport in Buffalo, but I really wasn’t completely isolated. Although nobody was traveling with me, I was keeping in touch with all of my family by messaging and calling. I was especially careful to keep my mother updated since she was very worried I might get exposed to the virus while traveling. Once she knew I was safe in the hotel and how my trip to JFK was (nobody sitting next to me, all wearing masks), her anxiety level dropped. She would continue to worry until I arrived home in Kuwait, but at least she knew I was alright until that part of my journey. I also contacted my sister, brother, children, their spouses, and my husband. They were all relieved that so far my travel had been uneventful.

Traveling back to Kuwait. Mask on and ready.

My flight to Kuwait was scheduled for the next evening, so I had lots of time at the hotel but didn’t leave my room until check out at 5:00 p.m. Several people messaged and asked how I was going to spend all that time. It seemed they were concerned I might be lonely or bored, but I had plenty to keep me busy and I didn’t feel lonely or bored. I believe that being alone is sometimes a good thing. It’s our time to clear our heads, reflect on what we’ve accomplished, make decisions about moving forward, and find peace and tranquility within. I can’t say I have always felt that way, but I am lucky I have learned that it’s important to find a sense of belonging within myself. It’s really helping me during this very difficult time.

My second sense of belonging is personal belonging which has many facets, but is especially pertinent right now.

I arrived in Buffalo on March 7th expecting to stay at my mother’s house until leaving for Denver to attend the TESOL International conference at the end of March. The conference was cancelled soon after I arrived, so I had to make a decision (the first of many): extend the visit with my mother or fly to Boston and visit my daughter and son-in-law. Initially, I changed my plans and booked a flight to Boston on April 1st. Those plans changed again when I found out there was little hope of traveling to Kuwait on my Emirates flight from Boston due to Dubai’s airport closure. So, I cancelled my flight to Boston and hunkered down in Buffalo. I kept hoping things would calm down and I’d be able to visit my daughter, but as the days passed, it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen any time in the near future. Then word came from my daughter-in-law that the Kuwaiti government was scheduling special flights for citizens to return to Kuwait at the end of April. It became very clear that I needed to make a decision; stay in Buffalo with my mother until Dubai and Kuwait airports reopened, or leave on one of the Kuwait flights. Initially, and early in the decision-making process, I enrolled online at “ma’akum” (with you), but mentioned I was staying with my mother and wasn’t going to return. But my mind was conflicted. Should I return to Kuwait where my husband was alone and where I call “home”, or stay with my mother who is independent but needs someone to keep her company and ensure she is eating properly. I feel like I belong in both places, so this decision was not easy. It all came down to a personal decision of where I felt I needed to be and how long I could stay in one place or the other. It’s times like these I wish I could clone myself.

After discussions with my mother, my husband, and my children, I ultimately decided there was too much uncertainty about when I’d be able to return to Kuwait if I didn’t take advantage of the repatriation flight. In fact, Emirates had sent me a message that the earliest they’d possibly start flying again was July 1st. So I changed the form and said I was ready to leave. On Sunday night, April 19 I received a call from the Kuwaiti Consulate in New York City that I’d be flying on the Kuwait Airways flight from JFK on April 23rd. I was going home! And even though I felt at home with my mother, it was an exhilarating moment.

Now I’m in self-isolation in my son’s apartment in Kuwait. I am back to feeling my sense of self-belonging. Don’t worry. I’m not lonely. I’m in my house even if it’s not my usual place. I have plenty to keep me busy and people checking on my, including my tracking device from the Ministry of Health. It is very quiet in the apartment, but I don’t notice it. I guess that’s what self-belonging is all about. Being ok with being alone.

Belonging is such a basic need, but what happens when you feel you belong in more than one place? It’s the most satisfying and wonderful feeling! It’s hard to explain, but I hope you feel you belong. I hope you have that peace of mind, the self-belonging and personal belonging. I have even felt the professional belonging from my PLN on Twitter and my work with refugee teachers. More on that in later posts.