Ah the irony...
isn't a weird thing, that to be taken seriously as a valid, professional, therapist.... that you'd need to artificially invent an image to sell? That's a reflection of the society we live in, I think.
My T's card just had her name on it, contact info, the letters after her name. But, her directions to her office was "look for the front porch covered in blooming wisteria". The wisteria is so famous, I've seen it in the local paper down here in NC. In full bloom, you dodge the bees to get to the door... and each time I did I had a more or less intense perception that I was entering a very special, spiritual place... if only one had the frequency tuned in. Like the train station in Harry Potter. Other than that, it was just another house on that street. I even intentionally tried to experience it like that a few times. Didn't work, tho! LOL.... by that time, we were in deep and there was an agenda to work on! LOL... exercise, practice, new perspectives and skills... kind of like an emotional personal trainer with the ability to see exactly what I was thinking and feeling... but that I didn't know I knew.
I have such a sensory connection to spaces and appreciation for architecture, and the interplay of light, volume, warmth and coziness, and honest strength of wood, metals, etc that her office itself was therapeutic to me. Add in the odd cat or dog that she was fostering, too... and I think it was just such a natural match that it reaffirms a persons belief in fate, god, something moving us intentionally beyond our awareness.
If she'd had a professional office, in a professional office building I think I would've been wary, on edge, and not nearly so relaxed or trusting. By filling the space with things that mattered to her... I could get a sense of who she was... form some emotional "common ground"... from the pictures, knick-knacks, the authors of various books on her shelves. Of course, that's exactly what I'd done with my professional concrete block basement (no windows) office. I even kept the flourescent lighting off most of the time and used several lamps instead. It was a good space for dealing with 1s and 0s... and overcoming resistance to technology.