Memories of early childhood trauma may come in spurts of images in the brain. Often times, emotions related to the trauma are pushed down in recesses of our musculature and remain suspended, unprocessed. They affect our behavior, some destructive and addictive. They consume our daily existence to the point of immobility. Is there a way to loosen them up and dissipate their controlling power?
Looking at our children with their soft, smooth, unwrikled skin, we realize how old we've gotten. Can we go on living, accepting the natural dying of our bodies; or are we fighting our best to live against nature?