When the Body Remembers What the Mind Forgets
A movement (an arm raised). An idiom (“piece of meat”). A recognizable scent (after the rain). I can’t quite identify the familiarity, but my body remembers. Could my body really recall what the mind flushes out? Hyper-vigilance as rudimentary as the right/left pattern of my steps, I hold my breath in fear, hide my face in shame, […]Read more "When the Body Remembers What the Mind Forgets"