01/17/2026
Tonight, after baton class, Cassidy asked me if I could do fascia release.
Not because she was in pain—
but because her body knew it was time to soften, unwind, and come home.
She was seeing my new office space for the first time, and something about it felt safe enough for her to ask.
So I held her respiratory diaphragm and her sacrum.
Slow. Present. Listening.
Because myofascial release is an art form—one that asks us to feel more than we do.
I’m always deeply honored when any of my kids ask me to hold their fascia.
It’s a quiet kind of trust.
A knowing that the body remembers how to release when it’s met with patience and love.
I am endlessly grateful for John F. Barnes—for his devotion to understanding fascia and for bringing this work into the world for practitioners like me.
This work is for all ages.
And yes—even for animals.
Tonight was one of those moments where my two purposes merged together - being a Mom and my calling as a healer.
And I just felt… honored. 🤍