01/01/2026
As a new year unfolds, I offer these hands—ready to serve, ready to heal.
Hands shaped by devotion and journey,
by temple floors in Thailand
where a beautiful path first opened
where touch became prayer
and movement became meditation.
Hands that later climbed higher,
into the stillness of Nepal,
where wisdom lives in the breath of the mountains
and silence teaches what words cannot.
Under the gaze of Mount Everest,
I learned that healing, like ascent,
is not about force—
but presence, patience, and trust.
Even in the most uncertain futures
no AI, no Wi-Fi, no sterile clinics,
no humming machines—
there will still be touch.
Hands that listen.
Hands that remember.
Hands that carry lineages older than language,
passed from body to body,
heart to heart.
Massage therapy needs no electricity,
no perfect conditions,
no imported solutions—
only presence, skill,
and the courage to stay human.
When nervous systems tremble,
when survival mode won’t release its grip,
when the world forgets how to look inside
touch becomes the remedy.
And I will be here—
still working,
still listening,
still 100% human.
Carrying forward ancient wisdom,
rooted in Thailand, elevated in Nepal,
refined through practice,
and offered through conscious hands.
Because when everything else fades,
HUMAN touch remains.
Happy 2026
