CranioSacral Sexy


Posted by on Sep 19, 2018

          The tug of war between my healing artist and my literary artist is alive and well. So, when you don’t hear from me for a while, it means my craniosacral therapist won, and she’s taken the rope and tethered my erotica writer to one of her beloved aspen trees. It means I’m journaling instead of blogging; meditating instead of marketing my erotic memoir; and channeling inspiration into my treatment room instead of my next erotica collection. A few weeks ago, some nerve pain in my hands landed me on a treatment table in my teacher’s office. I was anticipating a...

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