This is why I love craniosacral therapy

I've realised as I get older that my driving force in life is an addiction.  An addiction to harmony and balance.  Where I see sadness, I want to bring laughter; where I see grief, I want to bring peace and where I see harshness, I want to bring gentleness.

I am constantly aware of the state of people around me, being an empath, which can at times overwhelm and turn me into a hermit.  I find gardening helps with that.  Or walking by the sea.  Basically just being in nature without any two leggeds around for a while!

However, being an empath is also a gift and as we humans are relational beings, the complete life of a hermit feels a waste for me.  Thus, I've naturally been drawn to vocations where my listening and sensing skills can be a positive benefit.  Firstly in the corporate world, navigating as a change agent and bringing new projects forth with as little ripple as possible, then post children (a time in life when perspective shifts dramatically about what is important, and rightly so) studying as a counsellor, following a shamanic apprenticeship and deciding to become a craniosacral therapist.

Craniosacral therapy suits me down to the ground.  It is gentle and profound. It allows the client to come back to a place of harmony and balance.  It allows me to use my listening and intuitive skills and be in service of something bigger than myself: the breath of life, expressed in the tides within us.

The words not said are as important as the words said in the taking of a case history.  And the body tells its own story, which may or may not match with the words or the reason for coming.  This is why I love craniosacral therapy:

Mystery unfolds.  Memories resurface.  Tension is released.  Fascia unwinds.  Breathing deepens. Space is taken up again. Spirit feels to settle once more within the sea of oneself.  Tides rise and fall.  Time stands still.  Freedom beckons.  Wings stretch.  Stillness restores.