It’s hard to find the right adjective for the feeling you get when the entire purpose of your life just kinda arrives in an instant, carrying smiling children and warm sunlight with it.
Yesterday, in the flurry of Madhu motion, We visited her school, Mahila Mandal’s Indigenous Girl’s School, where I will begin teaching tomorrow.
As the girls began to flock around me in the old, stone schoolyard, my entire life clicked into place and I woke up from the daze I had been in for nearly a week. I have never felt more validated in my life. Everything that I have done came together in that one moment, with these girls around me, pointing, waving, beaming and giggling. All of their eyes were bright and their bodies lifted high, bouncing with excitement. I stood there, overwhelmed, smiling just as wide as they were, with the same elation lifting me. What hit me, right then, was the understanding that I am fulfilling the dream I’ve had since I first started teaching for the Vanaver Caravan. When I first started learning about education at the New School. When I first wrote my Big Dream to do lists.
Here I am 7,000 miles around the world, about to start teaching dance to children who do not have the privilege or opportunity that I was blessed to have as a child. The guilt I have felt has detached itself from the pit of my stomach. I’m giving the wealth that I have in the best way I know how to give it. And that feels pretty good.