<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8699072@N05/533028101/sizes/m/in/photostream/"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-604" title="womb-icecave" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/womb-icecave-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a> I am a massage ho. </p>

<p>It's true.  I indulge in massages regularly.   I justify their frequency with my iffy neck and back, but secretly I am soooooo glad to have an excuse.  Not that anyone needs an excuse.  Massages are good for you health.  Period. </p>

<p>What I had never experienced before was  <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craniosacral_therapy" target="_blank"><strong>craniosacral therapy</strong>.</a>  My massage therapist, Melody, had recently swooped off to Sedona for a training.  Yes, Sedona = "out there",  and craniosacral therapy is considered a little "woo-woo". </p>

<p>And since I'm a little "woo-woo", Melody considered me her forerunner guinea pig.  I was honored, in an odd sort of way. </p>

<p>I will not go into great detail here because I want to proceed with my post-massage state and chill out, but let me just say that this is pretty palpable energy work.  For most of the therapy, I felt like I was in a transcendental meditation, and at the end, I felt like I had crawled back into the womb.  </p>

<p>Craniosacral therapy is definitely one of those things that make you go Om. </p>

<p>If you are wondering what womb-like feels-like, <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/talk-to-me/" target="_blank"><strong>talk to me</strong> </a>and I will put you in touch with Melody. </p>

<p>Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go back to my special Om place. </p>