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I just took a 4 day intensive class on CranioSacral therapy.  A Doctor of Osteopathy, Upledger, discovered that there is a rhythmic flow of cerebro-spinal fluid between the cranium and sacrum.  The flow can be felt and even manipulated to relieve pain.
This has been something I've wanted to learn for a long time. Some of my teachers at both acupuncture and massage school loved this type of therapy and gave dramatic demo's often leading to a crying student. Crying but feeling better.
The therapy is very very light so the crying was a mystery to me.
The class was taught by a man that, to my great surprise, I had worked with at a clinic in Chicago ten years ago. He used to eat my snacks while I was in a room with a client. I'd come out of the room and find an empty bag.  He lives in Iowa on a transcendental meditation commune where the residents meditate for world peace. They must share snacks.
There were several volunteer teaching assistants. They all introduced themselves and I thought one had an aura. But then I realized that she was standing in front of a wall sconce. 
We had to go around the room and introduce ourselves. I said that my teachers could make people cry with this therapy and I am interested in making people cry.
The thing about CranioSacral therapy that remains a mystery is, It starts with feeling for the flow of an actual biological rhythm, but then you mostly imagine changing it. No one batted an eye at how it switches to energy work. These students were people who wore shirts that said, "We are all Connected" Or "Gratitude" These were the kind of people that when the teacher asked what makes up the body, one immediately yells "Spirit". One student said "I just had a colonic." while the teacher used her head to demonstrate moving the frontal bone. What did that have to do with her frontal bone I'll never know. I felt that maybe I have become too cynical in life. I was vasalating between excitement about these new techniques and major crises of faith in this type of healing.
Also, I should mention that the Chiropractor I work with, Dr. Jill Dortch, loves this type of medicine and she is of sound mind and a great healer of people.
The teacher was really good, he was entertaining, knew the info, and did several demonstrations. Two of which testified to an alleviation of symptoms. I forgave his snack transgressions. But he had a microphone clipped to his head and we would hear crunching noises at times and see that he was hiding in the corner snacking. Once we heard water running and we all realized he was in the bathroom with the microphone on. Luckily he was just washing his hands. One woman broke out crying the moment someone placed their hand on her chest, that seemed suspicious, and reminded me of some kind of church healing.
My biggest problem is how to work on a person using the light pressure that is necessary for some reason. I need to hold my hand up off a person a little to do that. Most of my clients would not stand for even 5 minutes of that kind of light touch. But I am going to practice on Michel, unbeknownst to him. Or anyone interested.
This therapy is supposed to be good for T.M.J. headaches. hearing, sinus problems. There is also evidence that it alleviates the symptoms of Autism and A.D.H.D.
 I now know how to move the bones of the skull by request.
This I received for simply attending


It was hard not see my yard this week. The garden is coming up better than ever.
I had help from an amazing person and artist, Linda Platt, her blog here.
http://lindiart2.blogspot.com/
Her latest blog has an incredible film she made on her family's history during the mid 20th century

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  1. congrats, Sarah on obtaining yet another way to heal - something I know you do very well, and have had the great privilege to experience - without crying, however. I am happy to offer my body for science, anytime!

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  2. ...So I'm wondering why you want to make people cry? Does it have anything to do with one of your father's movies, in which he focused on one of his daughters crying? I'm not sure if it was you.
    Your pond looks lovely! I have an excess of black irises (not the kind in one's eyes)which like to grow near ponds. Would you like some? I'll send you a photo of them. They just finished blooming.
    Thanks for the mention of my film!
    Linda

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    1. Yes and thank you, I do think it was me he filmed crying.

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