ABSTRACT
One might be thought a callous therapist to assert along with Shakespeare’s Duke Senior that there is “good in everything.” Nevertheless, there is an apparent paradox inherent in body-centered energy work and in psychoanalysis, known to all patients and clinicians. e precious jewel of healing is oen best found by engaging with that which seems most ugly and venomous, in fathoming the depths exempt from public haunt, those hidden places of the psyche adorned with “Keep out!” and “Proceed at your own peril” signs. In the sanctuary of our
oces, we orient ourselves toward listening to the sermons that issue forth from the stones trapped in the body’s tissues and to the stories that the petried wood of formerly green aliveness tells. As we do so, we feel the stones and wood start to change beneath our hands.
