What are the images that I would share, showing a slice of my life? Would it be the picture I posted in the early morning hours to Facebook of my kids from 9 years ago? A picture that instantly transports me to a different land, with its own sounds and smells and language? A land that I have left behind and will, in all likelihood, never return to in this lifetime? Would it be a picture of my students, engaged in their 12 & 13 year old way in Black Panther (probably forgetting everything we focused on in the weeks leading up to this…the hero’s journey, the importance of culture, the necessity of story), replete with whispered conversations and snacks surreptitiously hidden in sweatshirt pockets? Would it be of me, stone faced in an administrative meeting, biting my tongue so that I don’t say the words that pound against my head, threatening to bring back the headache I left with yesterday afternoon?
What are the images that I have taken in throughout the course of this day? What if I could download them with a simple cord connected directly to my mind? Would the picture, once printed, capture what had actually happened or is that reserved only for the very few who share the experience? And this invites me to wonder, do we ever share experiences or are they all uniquely ours?
It is inevitable that I ultimately came to that last one, pondering my very existence. I think I am, frankly, over-caffeinated, underfed & in need of some fresh, non-school, air.