Sometimes life events, or the delayed conscious acknowledgement of and subsequent process of coming to terms with life’s events, throw you into silence. It zips you up and shuts you in, a prison of oneself now made where you are both the prisoner and prison keeper. It silences even the ones who were sent here as breath..to speak, to tell the truth. What happens when one who is breath feels a not sudden, but more insidious sewing up of all that gives life to breath in words, speech, text? It whacks violently inside until space is generated in stillness. And within that stillness, the inevitable transformation of silence into language and action.*
*Audre Lorde’s ‘The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action‘