THE BODY REMEMBERS

The body remembers.

How to ride a bike. How to swim. Or ski. Or do the chicken dance.

Sometimes there are scars, a visible memory.

But the body remembers it all.

The heartbreak. The wanting to say something. The not being good enough. The pain too big to be present with so set aside for a later that never came.

But now. This body, my body, is unwinding all the unfelt, unexpressed, unwanted. Shame and sorrow. Guilt. Broken promises. Layers of fear.

Seeing. Feeling. Letting go.

There is a tingling. An unwinding. A freeing in process.

Decades of holding on is emptying, opening…

And what remains with each release is a kind of hollowness. Vast and unruffled. Stillness stretching out into the space left behind…

Until the next layer is revealed.

–Becca