I wondered why I put ‘foundation’ in the title of Prime Wellbeing. It always felt part of the working title chosen to encompass my event work and the teams of therapists I’ve brought together these 20 years since 2006. And reading “Medicine Hands’ by Gayle MacDonald has lead me to this quote, an echo returning across the years since 2016 when i chose to rebrand.
Foundational to my practice and a foundation for a practice.
As i prepare for a home visit, it came to me. I know i want to share more and that is why this resonates so soundly now
Global Health & Pharma Magazine launches a brand-new awards programme that puts the thriving world of Holistic Health centre stage.
“Wellness is no longer just a trend – it’s a movement! As the global focus on integrative health continues to grow, we’re shining a spotlight on the trailblazers redefining how we care for our minds, bodies, and spirits. From inspiring practitioners and dynamic wellness centres to product innovators, mindfulness leaders, and therapy pioneers, Holistic Health is reshaping the future – and it’s never looked more exciting.
The GHP Holistic Health Awards 2026 are here to celebrate the people and organisations who are breaking boundaries, driving progress, and creating meaningful change.”
and I’m thrilled to have been selected. I do love what i do and i love it when those that find me love it too. Since I first qualified in 1995 i’ve been loving it more each year. I’m thrilled to share the techniques i’ve learnt to here and all the experiences in clinic that expand my awareness of what clients need.
Thank you for such high praise – I am truly thrilled
These things come to me. That’s why i call this blog ‘Musings of a Masseur’. Sometimes they come to me inbetween things, walking the dog, changing the bedding on the couch in clinic or on waking. Do you get that? Almost like someone knocking on a door, they wake you in the middle of the night, and if not written down they wake you again. Although if you do get to go back to sleep, thinking ‘Wow, that’s a great one, i’m sure to remember, no need to get up and write’, and then in the morning you can’t, it can seep into your day. That sense of wanting, even needing, to remember and the longer you give to the yearning the worse those sensations are.
Yet this wasn’t one of those. Not a nightime musing, more of a day time one I remember that. It came when i saw someone with baring their unnaturally white teeth immediate before seeing someone with the sweetest of smiles. And those words from Charles Eisenstein once more came to mind – ‘the calculus of worth’ – what do we hold dear and how do we weight the judgement of it.
Whether you have all your own teeth or not, I’m sure it’s the generosity of your smile that warms hearts more.
The therapist can be an instrument of sense perception
Living a spiritual aware life means bringing spirit into matter, because it matters how spiritual you are, to sustain the balance
Seeding thoughts to feel the best way forward and to share with a wider community – globally local to nurture authentic collaboration
We grow in our dis comfort zones
Light. Speech. Touch
Flow Form Massage
Touch as an art form
Artisan practitioner
Spiritual networks need places, physical places like a HIVE to return to, a house to re nourish
Nurture places to be called home
Physical embodiment of a spiritual practice a “how to” place to home the life forces to best feel a way of being
Art helps to by-pass the intellect straight to the heart to reconnect with inner pathways
Art practice enlivens the will
A guide to welcoming each new season exploring the relationship between the human heart and the turning year
Harmony of mind and body through active and passive motion
Temple Sleep – patient with help of physician or priest to experience the correction in the spirit reawakening carried the healing impulses into the body
The sickness was purified physically then laid to sleep
Prime task of the art of healing
The value of touch as a communicative power of the human hand. Kindness. Intuition. With a touch of a hand how we don’t need words to express deep connection
therapeutic touchmentoring and coachingmindful montagecreative textilesbringing 30 years of practice togethermeditation and healinglistening in to respond to touchreflexologyand how we stay focusedMeditation and Healingthey may even be a bit swearyread that again
So it’s August 2025. It has been however many days since 26th Feburary 2023 and i still can’t imagine how i’ve come through. The recent letter from the Consultant stating that all is well. Recent blood test is showing ‘normal’. Grateful to all those who are looking out for me in this inbetween time, feeling like i have a target on my back and ringing in my ears of all those people who said it will come back.
How did I come through this? Why did i survive? Can i use this time to take scared and now scarred into making it sacred.
Recently, at Deershed Festival, an absolute riot of lovliness for a weekend, meeting up with friends, having annual chats and hugs, treating guests for the weekend, i managed to work 13 clinic hours. I’ve received some amazing feedback and relished seeing clients leave my tent more upright, smiling faces and brimming with joy.
How is that possible after everything i’ve been through? We will never know, never be able to pinpoint that which made the difference. Many may try, they’ll have their theories, they’ll produce supporting evidence with conviction. Those that embrace me as i am now, those that hold me in their thoughts, hold my gaze with eyes to see the wonder of the world, envelope me in their arms to feel our hearts beating, these are the folks i want to be around, those that have no words, no explanations, just love and kindness. Because that echoes where i am right now.
Words cannot truly explain the extraordinary journey I have walked through my life, most recently in the valley of potential death. Now embracing a life, not full of expectations to achieve, just each day unfurling, bringing joy and wonderment, finding the sacred in every day, in simple activities and achievements.
The difference between branch line and locomotive train travel. The fear of not knowing
You stand waiting on a platform all alone. You have to travel alone, it’s happening to you, not them. Across from you are well wishers, shouting well meant platitudes, words of wisdom, caring, sharing lived experiences that bear no relation to where you stand yet are heartfelt.
Fear rising, you hope the train approaching isn’t for you. If it is, you at least hope you only travel a few short stops then be able to disembark. These are stories you ve been told. This is the story you imagine
And for a while you do. You recovery, you have time to recoup losses and look to return. Then you find yourself on a different platform, with fewer people standing opposite. Some familiar faces, some new to the crowd, smaller in number, distilled with experience.
But this time you re not so confident. Over the year you’re read about, heard on the news, been told of many who didn’t make it. And this time you can’t bring yourself to think the train fast approaching isn’t a branch line, it’s the intercity locomotive, fast paced and with stops you hadn’t anticipated, little time to consider forward plans. Can you take a break? Make time to catch the next one?
Yet how can you when the voices now holler different tones, diverse and contradictory. And if you choose to stand back from it all, unhearing, it feels too confusing to comprehend
I want to be able to choose. Maybe travel to the next station on foot, after a break to assess, pick up another form of transport, choose the most radical of all, no forward travel for now.
