Nancy is the quintessential philanthropist.  I arrived sadly in need of restorative regeneration.  One look at me, my limp from a very recent aching hip, my sallow pallor from ceaseless migraine headaches, stresses and familial strains, an age old shoulder ailment – she knew without my telling, that I was in sore need of her administrations.

Typical of the quiet, gentle, unassuming Nancy, she eased me into agreeing to a few yoga stretches and we easily performed a few stretches there in sheer, blissful comfort. It felt so good.

I then had to admit to her that although the stretches had done me a world of relaxation, I still had an incessant headache bothering me all the way up from San Diego. No sooner said, than out came her massage table, and I was tranquilly lulled to sleep by my very first introduction to Craniosacral Therapy. I think it could be more described as – in a subliminal state of quietude, maybe even a meditative state. Fully clothed one could still feel the gentle touch of the almost air or silk like quality of her hands over my body wherever she found a troubled or painful spot. Lingering on those that I had actually told her about, but finding others untold.

Upon finally going to bed, I announced with glee that my hip, for the very first time in approximately six weeks, was pain free. As too my headache, a little longer to dissipate but which was completely gone by the time my head finally touched the pillow.

Oh it was marvelous. I slept like the proverbial angel. All thanks to my personal healing angel, Nancy Ivey. Bodfish Canyon. California.

Ros Ambler Lindley, South Africa