these are the memories of things unsaid.
for some, family is a wonderful space; a connection of spirits that offers a sense of rooting, welcome, safety and joy. for others, family is a dark place that serves up a sense of bondage, rejection, violence and betrayal.
perhaps, it is the idea of family that we hold more important than the family in and of itself. i attempt to strip away the band-aid of my family. to look at the persons, the places, the spaces, and the trauma we never speak of; but our bodies always remember.