A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Monday, February 04, 2008

Craniosacral Therapy

Tom Bianco is a licensed physical therapist whom I've interviewed on two separate occasions. Although he's in business for himself, he's got an office inside the YMCA ,very close to where I live. About his work I've heard nothing but good, so after my automobile accident I decided to pay him a visit. I've been receiving therapy twice a week at his clinic, Alternatives in Physical Therapy, since sometime in December.

After an evaluation, Tom gave me gentle exercises to do at home, and assigned me to his assistant, Mike, for twice-weekly courses of craniosacral therapy. This basically consists of lying on a table while Mike applies very light pressure, something like five grams, which is practically nothing, to my head and sometimes to my lower back. According to Tom, the function of the therapist is to help the body release restrictions – which it has been unable to overcome on its own – that inhibit the body’s normal, self-correcting tendencies.

Sounds a little out there. But I'm not a doctor or a therapist. All I know is, before the accident I was exercising, swimming, dancing, and so on and on. Now I'm an achy mess. If he can get me back to where I was before, I'll be a believer.

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