The wonders of massage have proven themselves again this week in conjunction with the exploits of modern medicine. For the hours of driving and exercise following the flight West in cramped corridors initiated an eruption this first weekend of the new year which reared its ugly tail. For the first time, Monday morning I could barely get out of bed. Conditions didn’t improve that day at work nor over the ensuing night. When it took twenty minutes to get out of bed on Tuesday, I resolved the time for action had arrived. Julie and Ray had each offered their recommendations for specialists; but the time was premature. Kaiser could only prescribe pills and claim that natural, homeopathic practices fell beyond the scope of their expertise and coverage. So with nothing broken, the Castro Valley group was unnecessary and yet Mike could not help until pain had subsided. So a day passed masked in relatively near bliss. At last the hour came as a splendid surprise, when, visiting Rosa, he unveiled her bag of magic tricks. For, being a massage therapist by training once upon a time, Rosa was fully versed in the art of muscular healing. The impact of gentle foot and hand was swift and perceptibly precise. The holistic picture was taken and focus was placed on natural alignment, with application to the full skeletal system, from foot to head and out fingers. The result was nothing short of stunning. While the course of time must still be run, the passage could at least be taken in more ease of body and mind. Never underestimate the good, holistic massage.