Imagine your cells carry the memory of your ancestors footsteps walking through swamp lands. You catch glimpses of their eyes sparkling through Spanish moss, heartbeats pounding as they sit watching and waiting. Imagine now, you are inside your Mother's womb, and in the stillness of your warm slumber you are awoken by nightmares of dogs chasing you through that very same swamp. Your tiny heart beats faster as your Mother is witnessing the brutalization of yet another Black life on television. The link between these memories is imprinted not just on your cells, not just your mother's cells, but also her mother's, and her's and so on. Imagine what it would mean to hold in your cells the memory of something before that; when your mind, body, and Spirit remembered what it felt like to be free.
