Bonding...
...is such hard work for us, yes? I work like a mad thing sometimes, just to feel anything. I'm reading another mind-blowing book that I just found this weekend: Healing Invisible Wounds: Paths to Hope and Recovery in a Violent World, by Richard F. Mollica, MD. On the very first page, Dr. Mollica calls trauma an "existential wound" --> that just blew my heart and my mind wide open.
Dr. Mollica's specific focus is on refugee trauma, and on those who have survived larger-scale atrocities in Vietnam, Bosnia, Rwanda, and other places. He also spearheads a program that assists people in the aftermath of 9/11. He pays intricate attention to a person's culture, ancestry, symbolism ... and the meanings that different people/cultures give to events like mass trauma. Anyone can identify with this book -- for I believe that shock and trauma are so prevalent; no one is untouched by it ...
He writes with such heart, intelligence, grace and wisdom -- he reveres the art of storytelling and sees it as central to healing ... he also writes of the shame and humiliation that trauma survivors live with ... and the necessity of beauty in staying sane ... He considers the survivors he's met (and he's met a lot --> he's been doing this work for 30 years) his teachers.
He offers a universal perspective on trauma that is lucid, compassionate, and courageous ... and he underscores the soul-medicine of simple kindness ...
The tools for healing (as much as we can) are so simple, really -- it's a matter of being able to reach the wound through all its scarring and defenses ...
I'm gobbling up this book, and I am so grateful for it ...
I would like to imprint the wisdom of this man into every health-care provider's brain around the world -- oh, into the brain of every human being on this earth ... !:Hug_emoticon: