I remember swirling a skirt just so. I feel it in my body. That time when that was a movement full of freedom. As a child. And I find myself recognizing I have not made that movement in my body. When was the last time? I am filled with an old lady's nostalgia. These embodied memories.
I think about a friend who has had to teach her dark skinned children what to do in a car when stopped by the police. Where to put their hands. How to make eye contact. What movements to make. Don't put your hood up. No hoodies walking home. Embodied memories required to keep them safe. I have not had to teach this to my children.