Vivien Ray Craniosacral Therapy Herefordshire

04/02/2026

Home visits for newborn babies.
Welcome your baby into the world with a craniosacral therapy session.
Babies benefit from craniosacral therapy soon after their birth to help with the shock of the birth and any early difficulties with feeding.
I am offering home visits for babies within the first two weeks after birth.
This offer is available within a half hour drive of Garway Hill and will cost £85.
Please phone me to book
01981 580577

Home visits for newborn babies.Welcome your baby into the world with a craniosacral therapy session.Babies benefit from craniosacral therapy soon after their birth to help with the shock of the birth and any early difficulties with feeding.I am offering home visits for babies within the first two we...

17/01/2026

Craniosacral Therapy can help when a child is anxious, unhappy or shut down.
“She combs my thoughts.” a client said.
Book a 30 minute free phone consultation to discuss your child's needs and enable the session to focus on the child.

Sessions cost £60 for an adult, £50 for a child, payable on the day, preferably in cash. Missed appointments and cancellations within 48 hours are charged at the full price. ​

09/01/2026

Snow

When my children were little, we lived in the North Yorkshire Moors. Our house was down a half mile track through the woods or a walk down two steep fields.
In winter the landlord's cattle were kept tethered in their stalls, and the giant bull lived in a shed where his floor got higher and higher as straw was chucked in. He wasn't let out till spring.
There was usually a period of about six weeks when we lived in deep snow, digging tracks across the yard to break the water for the cows and struggling alongside each one to release her for a trip to the water butt. They were thirsty and quite inclined to squash us before we could reach their neck chains.
My neighbour frequently woke in complete darkness when the snow had filled the gully behind her house beyond the level of her upstairs window.
School was across the high moors. We climbed up the fields, disinterred the car from the snow chucked up by the snow plough, and turned the heater on full blast.
The road was kept clear by giant blowers that created high walls on either side of the road. We drove through a deep, white tunnel.
If the wind blew or more snow fell, it was hardly possible to see the road in the endless white.
Once over the Moor we drove down steep lanes to the school. I have an unpleasantly vivid memory of skidding right across the road and helplessly sliding along the pavement behind an oblivious woman and child. No harm was done. We kept our guardian angels busy.
The car had sacks and sand and space blankets, snacks and shovels. But there were no mobile phones to call for rescue and no constant weather updates. When did storms start to be given names?
Our major concession to the weather was to fit sturdy winter tyres on the car.
Indoors, the rayburn consumed piles of wood, and the living room fire kept going day and night.
There was always a goodly store of dried food, preserves and oils. I baked bread, cooked stews and cared for the baby.
I have photos of her in a playpen on the kitchen floor, wearing a wonderful knitted suit and hat and playing on thick sheepskins. I am quite impressed now to remember that each climb up to the car was achieved with her on my back. She learned to walk quite young and trudged through the snow in tiny wellies.

31/12/2025

I have appointments available this Friday, 2nd January.Give your year a good start, or set your child up for the new terms?
www.vivienray.co.uk

21/12/2025

This approach to healing is fundamental to Craniosacral Therapy and many other healing modalities.
Start with love, and a deep faith in the healing capacity of each if us.

Quote from Dr Jim Jealous

19/12/2025

I will be opening my practice on Monday for those of you who would like a pick-me-up before Christmas.
It's not on my booking form so give me a ring.
01981 580577
Please leave a message if you don't get me.

Craniosacral Therapy is a gentle hands-on therapy which assists people’s natural capacity to self-heal whatever their age or state of health. (Although the name, Craniosacral Therapy, may suggest that it is a therapy for heads, it is a healing method for the whole body.)

15/12/2025

I have had a cancellation on Friday at 3.30.
Book it at
www.vivienray.co.uk/bookings

26/11/2025

Craniosacral therapy for babies

Few mothers would claim that birth, however rewarding, is without pain, hard work and often exhaustion.

However, we are less aware of the fact that, for babies too, birth can be confusing, frightening and painful as the baby is subjected to compressive and other forces during its journey through the birth canal.

The new-born baby has a limited range of expression at his or her disposal: We know they cry with hunger or the discomfort of a full nappy, but babies also cry to express and seek comfort for the shock and pain of birth.

They may kick their legs, perhaps re-living the struggle to push their way out, (babies are very active during birth, kicking their legs and lifting their heads as their contribution to the efforts of the mother.)

Some arch their backs and act out the twists of the birth journey.

All these babies are trying to tell us that they are not comfortable. They may all benefit from Craniosacral Therapy.

The compression of the birth canal and the expansion as the child is born both contribute to helping the baby’s systems to adjust to the new environment outside the womb. Ideally the bones of the head overlap each other, moulding to fit the pelvis, then expand after the birth. However, even in a natural and apparently problem-free birth the fit may be less than perfect, potentially giving rise to issues such as colic and respiratory difficulties or interfering with the shape of the jaw and the palette, making feeding difficult, (see breastfeeding).

Caesarean and assisted births bring their own challenges to the baby’s ability to adjust.

"My youngest suffered from a blocked tear duct resulting in a continuously weeping eye. My GP informed me that, if the weeping didn’t clear up by the time he was 1 year old, they would recommend operating to unblock the tear duct. Research around the subject brought me to CST and I am delighted to say that, after just 2 treatments, the blockage was cleared and has never returned, so no operation was necessary."

In all these situations it usually only needs a few sessions for the baby to be able to relax and start to enjoy life with his or her family.

Craniosacral Therapy is just as useful for older babies and toddlers, giving them the chance to unfold the experiences of their birth or any other discomfort they may be experiencing.

Toddlers have their sessions on the move, playing with the toys, moving round the room or sitting on their parent’s or carer’s knee. The time I get to make contact with their body is often fleeting, but they are also very clear what they need, often placing my hand on their bodies where they want the attention and removing it when they have had enough.

Babies remain fully clothed and usually snuggled up with their parent or carer

Sometimes I will hold the child while I help him to unfold his body or move to express his needs, always keeping him near his mother and helping him to return to her when he is ready.

Babies have huge reserves of health and vitality and a wonderful capacity for recovery. When, in a Craniosacral Therapy session, the baby has expressed the problem and had it listened to through the “therapeutic hands” he or she is able to relax and blossom becoming both more alert and very peaceful and seeming to take delight in their environment.

Often for the mother too these sessions after the birth can be a time of healing for the shock or the pain of the birth and a chance to come to terms with the changes involved in the arrival of a baby.

Babies who are uncomfortable, distressed or struggling to breastfeed, respond really well to Craniosacral Therapy.

29/10/2025

How I hate Halloween

I loathe and detest what has happened to Halloween. Plastic pumpkins; the ubiquitous and unpleasant fake cobwebs that trap and kill wildlife; the ugly depictions of ghouls and ghosts; the pursuit by young people of huge quantities of sugar; Yuk.

And feel angry that a word that could mean so much has been conscripted to describe this travesty. Holy night. The time in the year when the veil between the worlds is thin.

All over the world, the dead are remembered, honoured, communicated with at this season.

In my own imagination, this time, known also as Samhain, is the beginning of a descent into the darkness of winter. A time for focusing inwards, warming our bodies and caring for our souls.

The descent takes us all the way to the solstice, the darkest time of the year. A time where a miracle happens, represented in Christian tradition as the birth of the Christ child, the advent of light in the depth of darkness.

Picturing the nativity in a cave, lit by love, I feel connected to the stirring of the seeds underground, reaching towards the light.

The journey into darkness, in my own imagination, is accompanied by the fire and fury of the dragon. Not slayed by the young Knight at Michaelmas, but joining with the Virgin to support the descent. We need that fire and force to nourish the deep earth and to nourish our humanity.

And we need to offer our young people something more nourishing than plastic ghouls to help them understand death as a rich part of our lives.

we need to offer our young people something more nourishing than plastic ghouls to help them understand death as a rich part of our lives.

22/10/2025

Imagining old age.

I have been thinking a lot about age and aging. Inevitably, as seventy odd years have slipped by since I started counting.

I don’t think I ever expected to get old. I know when I was very young I looked at older people as if they were a different species and attributed to them attitudes and characteristics based on their years. My imagination was nothing like the reality I am living now.

I do count the years now. Not those that have gone, but those I hope are still remaining. I don't want to waste a moment. I treasure a day spent in joy, without having to measure it by achievement or activity. I seek out small pleasures all the time.

I have to confess that I pay attention to the age at which people’s death is announced on the news. “Oh no, that’s not long enough” if they have died close to my own age. But then those who linger on too long don’t always have the faculties to appreciate the extra time.

I think a lot more about death. I had a quite a long time where it was a constant preoccupation. “What will it be like?” “What happens afterwards?” “How can I bear to leave this beautiful world? My beloved people? This beautiful body that has served me so well?”

At first it was an anxious preoccupation that would catch me in the early hours of the morning and then it became a conscious exploration and gradually a friendly voice that reminds me to treasure this moment.

And of course there are the fears that go alongside that. What if I become unable to care for myself? What if all my faculties desert me?

I am fascinated by how our cultural expectations have coloured how I view my own ageing. What did I expect? How was that coloured by the way the older generations of my family aged and how was I influenced by the larger picture of our culture?

I saw a film where some people from Ladakh were shown a modern care home and were moved to tears that we incarcerate our elderly people in single rooms in institutions.

As long as we measure personal worth by income or the hours of work, the old will be seen as a burden. In Ladakh, before the advent of roads and modern influences, the old were honoured and cared for without question. I experienced that reverence once in India when a young man knelt and kissed my feet because I was a grandmother.

But here, it feels very different.

The stereotype of the “little old lady”

“You don’t look your age” is offered as a complement.

And, of women “ despite her age she was still beautiful.”

How I hate the road sign outside residential homes. A man leans forward on a stick, a woman walks behind him apparently leaning on him. Ageist, sexist and the epitome of the stereotype of old age.

Illness often accompanies getting older and can be thrown into the mix; “I’m feeling my age”, a client may say when they come to see me. But when we are well we can sail on into even older years without complaint.

And many, many people are ending their lives in our culture in poverty and loneliness. A crime we should all look on with shame.

I would like to shout from the roof tops that age is just not like that. Look at the old people you see and imagine the richness of all those years of life, but imagine also the possibility that they may be peacefully savouring each passing day.

I have been thinking a lot about age and aging. Inevitably, as seventy odd years have slipped by since I started counting.

08/10/2025

Inner Hospitality

Your friend arrives, somewhat worn by the day. You offer them a comfy seat, a drink and an attentive ear. Very soon they feel revived.

I would like to introduce you to a little practice that could be called "Inner Hospitality", because, although I have described how we would treat our guest, we often forget to extend the same courtesy to our own beautiful bodies that serve us so well and also get somewhat worn by the day.

Sometimes my client and I start a session of Craniosacral Therapy by allowing the body in all its glorious complexity to realise that we are going to be paying it some attention. You can do this any time

Sit or lie down, maybe offer yourself that cup of tea.

Now bring your attention to your feet. Are they a matched pair?

Don’t try to change anything, don’t wiggle them in the hopes of making things more comfortable, just feel what is happening.

Listen to the story of the feet, or travel inwards to see with your inner eye what is happening in those two amazing structures with all the little bones, the complex pattern of muscle and ligament, the amazing gravity-defying arch of the foot, the toes – are those toes the same on the right and the left?

What about your legs? Are they both meeting the chair underneath you in the same way? Is there the same weight in each leg? Can you feel all the complexity of your ankles? How are the knee joints? And your buttocks? If you were sitting or lying on sand would you make the same imprint with each buttock?

Go on up your back; the shoulder blades like to tell their story when you are lying down, then you can feel if they too are making the same print under you. Maybe one shoulder is nearer your ear than the other?

Your neck? Two arms and hands?

And what does the glory of your face have to say? Does your face feel symmetrical?

Each time you do this Inner Hospitality, you will find different stories being told, different parts of your body will be be crying our for attention. In the same way as you would have a different conversation with your friend (the one we were giving tea to at the top of the page) each time you got together.

Let us, for a moment, go back to that original scenario, the friend who is visiting: Imagine that the friend has a problem they are trying to resolve. You could offer them a solution, you could (but you probably wouldn’t) shout at them to sort themselves out. But if you are kind and wise, you will offer them the gift of your listening attention and probably be amazed as the solution comes to them in its own time and in an unexpected way.

With our bodies we are often not so kind. We have learned to over-ride the messages they are sending to us until they have to scream to be heard and we land up ill or injured.

But bodies too can find a solution to problems if we extend to them the same courtesy of our non judging attention. Of course if you haven’t done this for a long time (or ever) there may be a lot that your body has to tell you.

Trust the process. If your friend were really distressed you might have to give her a while to feel better. If your time is limited, promise to come back and discover a bit more later.

And if your body needs a friend to listen with you for a while, a Craniosacral Therapy session is really two people offering to pay close and skilled attention to the beautiful complexity of a human body.

Craniosacral Therapy session is really two people offering to pay close and skilled attention to the beautiful complexity of a human body.

17/09/2025

The Healing Power of Crying.

When I was a child my father would go to Pakistan for anything up to 9 months. He usually left very early in the morning and I was bereft.

I think I was very fortunate to have learnt so early how to heal my grief.

My strategy was to cry: To weep and wail, letting waves of grief flow over me and through me until there was none left.

I carried on until it was time for school when I tucked away my grief and lived through the first day without him.

When I came back from school, my grief having been carefully under control all day, it was hard to find it again, but somehow I knew that until I had finished crying there was going to be a part of me trapped in pain.

So, I would go and seek out signs of his recent presence, his pyjamas still on the bed, his coat hanging up behind the door, deliberately calling up his absence to reawaken my grief, burying my head in the pillow and crying until I could cry no more. Then I would play my saddest songs on the recorder.

This went on for about three days and then? ------- And then it was over, life came back into focus, I could enjoy the activities of the day and feel whatever feelings the day brought.

There are aspects of this story which seem very sad to me now: I have no idea how my mother felt about my father going and I don’t know if she was even aware of my three day weeping marathon. As far as I can remember I cried in solitude.

But the skill I learnt then has stood me in good stead dealing with the griefs that inevitably come in life. And also dealing with the minor hurts and injuries of every day.

Looking back, I have great admiration for the little girl who had learnt this strategy to get over the pain of separation.

Sometimes when a client comes to my practice for the first time they are surprised to find themselves in tears as they tell their story. They are often a bit embarrassed too, after all, we have only just met and tears are not a usual part of the social scene in our culture. But tears are a part of healing, part of releasing the held stories we carry so they can be gently incorporated into our whole being.

After a lifetime of being encouraged not to cry, we have to relearn the art of expressing grief- weeping, sobbing, wailing, howling, screaming, roaring, whimpering, moaning, groaning, sighing- all the glorious noisy expression of pain.

In many cultures there has been a tradition of wailing after a death.

In the celtic cultures this was known as “keening”: Professional keeners would express the grief in sound and song, leading the mourners to enter a liminal state between life and death, a “controlled madness” of grief.

There was no attempt to hush the bereaved, the whole community would join in, comforting and wailing too. It is easier to make the sounds of grief in noisy company.

It takes courage to enter this other place. Like the descent into the underworld depicted in mythologies, we have to embrace the dark, the fear and the pain and wait for the right time to return.

However, it is common now in western culture for a bereaved person to be congratulated for not expressing their feelings and for keeping everything “under control”. Widows in modern fiction and popular culture are given a year to recover and “move on”.

I remember my aunt, after the death of my uncle, crossing the street to avoid friends who might commiserate with her. She would say they were trying to “catch her out” by showing her pain.

Women wearing makeup will worry first about their mascara.

Shame and embarrassment cut deep.

Even babies are judged: Is he a “good” Baby? Meaning does he cry a lot.

Almost all of us have been taught not to cry: “ Pull yourself together.” “ You’re too big to cry.” “Big boys/ girls don’t cry.” “Be brave”. Children are told “It didn’t really hurt.” and even sometimes tickled to “distract” them from the pain.

And so our deepest feelings, our connection to the part of us that suffers, is shut away and silenced. To the detriment of our wellbeing and to the loss of joy.

It’s not easy to maintain contact with our grief and to have the courage to acknowledge it and express it as it arises. The tragedy is that when we shut ourselves away from painful emotions we numb ourselves to the joy and delight that is also a part of life.

Pain that is not recognised and given time to express itself is stored away and becomes a burden that we carry with us.