When The Mouth Can't Speak The Body Will - Herschlag, Jane
23,99 €
inkl. MwSt.

Versandfertig in 1-2 Wochen
payback
12 °P sammeln
  • Broschiertes Buch

When The Mouth Can't Speak The Body Will-through her poetry and photography readers see the progression of Jane Berger Herschlag from a sickly victim of child abuse to a triumphant survivor. She struggled through years of repression till she turned her unchildhood into art. Jane vividly shows the impact of emotional and physical trauma that can damage the immune system; but the yearning for homeostasis can reverse that trend, and the immune system can regain its vigor. Witnessing one's history through analysis and journaling heals, and going public at readings enhances that recovery. Jane…mehr

Andere Kunden interessierten sich auch für
Produktbeschreibung
When The Mouth Can't Speak The Body Will-through her poetry and photography readers see the progression of Jane Berger Herschlag from a sickly victim of child abuse to a triumphant survivor. She struggled through years of repression till she turned her unchildhood into art. Jane vividly shows the impact of emotional and physical trauma that can damage the immune system; but the yearning for homeostasis can reverse that trend, and the immune system can regain its vigor. Witnessing one's history through analysis and journaling heals, and going public at readings enhances that recovery. Jane curated poetry readings at the 63rd Street YMCA. and at a Fifth Avenue Deli in NYC, and after moving to CT, at the YMCA in Danbury.
Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Autorenporträt
A #MeToo poetry and art collection, When The Mouth Can't Speak The Body Will-takes readers on Herschlag's journey as memory surfaces, releasing her from her victimhood of child abuse, into a triumphant survivor with an awakened immune system. Jane says, Witnessing one's history one's history through analysis and journaling heals, and going public and readings, and with publications enhances that recover. When too afraid to voice memories, with paper my witness, I used my pen to release my secrets.