ABSTRACT
Much of our experience occurs when we are caught up in active response to the demands, surprises, disappointments, and pleasures of daily life. In this hustle and bustle, much of this experience is never translated into words. It is quickly deposited in our muscles, bones, and sinews; it echoes in our breathing, armors us in posture, and choreographs our gestures—all without ever reaching the level of articulation. Alexander Lowen deals with these deposits of human experience like an archaeologist of the individual.
