Book description
This book explores ways we make contact with the depths in ourselves
and each other. We are deeply moved by contact we make with life, yet
also puzzled by a need to break or lose contact, and often suffer wounds
by failure of contact to be born. Our sense of contact is tenacious and
fragile, subject to deformations, plagued with a sense of jeopardy.
Chapters focus on ways we make-and-break contact in the wounded
aloneness of addiction, the wounded beauty of psychosis, the importance
of not knowing and wordlessness, ways we transmit emotions, the need to
start over, and harm we cause by trying to get rid of and misuse
tendencies that are part of our makeup. Our contact with life,
ourselves, each other is challenged. And through it all, we have need
for deep contact, contact with the depths, fulfilling and suspenseful.
Contact we never stop growing into, part of the mystery, care and love
of everyday life. Our mixed capacities can stymie us, cause confusion, a
kind of centipede not knowing how to use its legs. But they also are a
source of plasticity, ability to survive and survive well - if only we
keep learning how to use our evolving makeup, don't give up on it, or it
on us.
