“I saw shame push his head down, I saw the terrible weight of shame hunch his shoulders”
while he tried to protect his heart
I saw fear squeeze their eyes, as if not seeing would make their pain become less
I saw anger clench their teeth, holding back the words they would have wanted to say to make the other person stop
We have crossed borders, continents and oceans but still our bodies are occupied.
When I become a knot within myself
I am not able to move and change something.
All the things that we lean into or avoid.
All the efforts we do to shrink something inside ourselves It happened so long ago, that we forgot its context.
we continued to be there and did not know how to be here Me feeling many. All tied to the same body.
What I want to learn from my body, part 1:
Where is my agency in this
How can I catch my own tears
What she has experienced continues to flow within me. My mother was named after a powerful river: Inirida, “But just say Ino. It is easier to spell”. This is how she introduced herself after we moved to Europe. Since I was a teenager I remember that I was always tired. A few years ago there was a moment when I became aware of this exhaustion and paid attention to it. Is it always the same? No. There are days when I wake up and feel energized. What did I do the day before? With whom do i feel good? With whom do i feel drained? How do my interactions change the way my body feels? The spaces I go, the people I meet, the country I live in.