How generational trauma quietly wires the nervous system and why the tremors you see might be decades in the making. Some realisations arrive quietly. So quietly, that if left unattended, they dissolve back into the noise of the mind without ever being fully understood. Not through research or reasoning, but in an ordinary moment, a conversation that stretches for many hours, a long pause between sentences, a face that tells you something the words are carefully avoiding. Rec

the image of a mother holding her child till their last breath while drowning broke something within all of us so heartbreaking, yet so powerful what must she have been thinking how scared they would have been yet how safe the child must have felt in her arms even then, she would have tried to soothe his fear and pain holding him close to her heart the breath may have shallowed the love didn't the resolve to keep him safe didn't what were her last thoughts to her child maybe

The other day, I visited the National Gallery of Modern Art. It was my second time, first time solo. Why do I mention that? Simply...