I write to make sense of the past. And I teach as a way to engage with the future. It's an opportunity for conversations with different timelines. A consistent back and forth where I seek out spaces where things can overlap and a chance to explore the instances where they disconnect.
The rhythms of this framing sit well with me. And yet, I currently struggle with what happens in that space in between - the present moment. By this, I don't necessarily mean 'being present' - it's more complex than that. It's the feeling that our sense of being anchored to the past, the present, and the future has become somewhat upended. To borrow from the great Kurt Vonnegut - there is a sense that we have become 'unstuck in time.'