Full

These days, I find myself thinking how full I am. Full with experience. Full with emotion. Full with stress. Full with anticipation. I feel like my seams are stretching in ways that I would rather them not.

I find myself pawing through photos of days spent on beaches, or days when I had to put on ten pounds of makeup and a unitard to do my day's work. I find myself looking at the students I teach, and thinking back to students I've had in the past, and how full they made me feel, in a totally different way than how I feel now, and thinking back to how full they all are. I find myself thinking of friends, and knowing that sometimes, just because you are far away from someone, that doesn't mean you can't be filled with love. I find myself looking at people right next to me, sometimes, and thinking that they have no idea how filled with love I am. Love and longing, but that's how the story goes, right?

I wish that all of the people who taught me things could know. I wish that there was some way to express to my students here how full of life and beauty and potential they are. I wish there was some way to tell all the kids that I met at the circus camp where I coached how they were what changed my life that summer. I wish that there were some way to go to the places on earth where I have friends... all the wide world of places... I have friends in Australia, Argentina, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, Denmark, Dominica, France, Germany, New Zealand, South Africa, Sweden, Switzerland, the USA and the UK. I wish that there was some way to be there and tell them all... everything.

Ekhaya is just a piece of what I am bursting to tell.