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A new client arrived last week who had never quite recovered from a back spasm three years ago. A lot of emotional stress piled on top of that meant that the affected area had become a dumping ground for waste which had become stagnant and was just basically “stuck there.” Pain which was waking her during the night and restricted movement patterns were all forming a viscous circle, exasperating the problem.
Luckily her GP understood what was happening (after ruling everything else out) and sent her my way.
Sometimes chronic pain can take a bit of patience before we see dramatic results but I do love it when such a profound effect happens so quickly…so do my clients. 🧡👌🏻

Some visuals to explain the importance of regular body work. 👌🏻

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When we create, we are literally aligning our energy with that of the creator. We become creators. And in that place of creation… I truly believe anything is possible. Thank you, #NewYork, for being everything you are, with all your layers and complications and contradictions and challenges. You helped raise me, and it was beautiful to touch base with you last week. #creativityheals #cancer #cancerjourney

Regular sports massage helps stimulate blood flow and lymphatic circulation, encouraging more efficient movement of metabolic waste toward the lymph nodes for processing and removal. This supports recovery, reduces excessive tightness, and helps prevent the compensatory patterns that occur when fatigued muscles start pulling joints out of alignment.

Without proper recovery support, small niggles can escalate into tendon irritation, joint strain, or muscle tears, often just as training peaks. Think of sports massage as essential maintenance during high-intensity phases: it keeps your body moving efficiently, improves recovery between sessions, and helps you reach the start line strong rather than overworked and vulnerable.

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Valentine’s Day is coming… which means the annual pressure of flowers, cards and pretending you enjoy giving a shoulder rub for more than 90 seconds.
If you can’t be bothered to rub your partner’s aches and pains this year, you can absolutely pay me to do it properly.
Consider it a gift for them… and a relief for you. 😌
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Instead of chocolates that disappear in a day, give them something that leaves them floating out the door saying, “I feel like a new human.”
It’s thoughtful.
It’s practical.
And you don’t even have to warm up your hands.
Vouchers are available digitally or as a card voucher if you’d like something to wrap.
Just click on the link or comment below and I’ll sort the rest.
With love (and fully qualified hands),
Sarah 🤍

Gift vouchers — Myo My Massage & Wellness Gift vouchers All Block of 3 x 60 minute treatment £135.00 Deepest relaxation treatment voucher £40.00 Physical therapy from £10.00

A story I wrote about healing for Module 5 Clinical Hypnosis homework.
I wonder how many people this would resonate with? ❤️‍🩹

The prickly, dry cactus had sat on the kitchen windowsill for years without changing. Same dull green, same rigid spines, same stubborn refusal to grow, bloom or evolve. Daisy saw it there every morning when she opened the blind and every evening when she closed it again. Daisy refused to remove or ignore the cactus and watered it from the tap that stood beside it every Sunday morning without fail. Carefully measured water that was just enough to keep it alive. Her boyfriend teased her about it. “It’s not quite dead,” he said, “But it’s not exactly living either. Why don’t we just throw it out?” Daisy knew that a flowering plant would be easier, but she persisted and the cactus stayed. Solid. Quiet. Unchanging and unimpressed by Daisy’s efforts.

The books and apps said it was healthy enough and not lacking in anything. Firm flesh and no sign of rot it, simply existed and endured. Seasons passed outside the window: rain, heat, light shifting across the glass. Inside, the cactus absorbed what it could and gave nothing back.

Some days, Daisy wondered if she was wasting her time in persisting and yet her instinct was to remain consistent and not give up even when watering something that never responded felt like pouring hope into a container full of holes. The Sunday ritual continued for what felt like more years, not because she expected there to be a change, but because stopping felt like a greater loss.

One spring, she noticed a slight swelling near the base. So small, she thought perhaps it might be damage. When she looked closer, her heart beating just a little harder, afraid to want anything from it, she noticed it was sharpening into a new bud of growth, timid and unassuming, like it was nervous to exist.
Daisy didn’t celebrate; she did not draw any attention of it to her boyfriend either. She just kept watering every Sunday as she always had, resisting the urge to do more. She had learned that rushing, forcing, and trying to control, even with the best intentions, rarely did good and could actually harm fragile things.

The bud lengthened and relaxed until one morning a flower emerged, beautiful, pink edged and impossibly delicate to be born from something armoured in spines. When the flower opened, it did so without announcement. A soft bloom, petals unfolding like a quiet confession. Daisy was transfixed by it, something loosening inside her, it wasn’t dramatic and it didn’t erase the years of stillness. But it was real.

More flowers followed. Not all at once, one here, one there. The cactus didn’t transform into something else; it remained what it was, resilient, steady and adapting to the scarcity. The blooms didn’t mean the past years had been wasted, they meant that the waiting had mattered and was worth it.

Daisy touched the pot, warm from the sun. She realised that the cactus hadn’t been refusing to grow. It had been preparing, gathering what it needed at its own pace, beneath a surface that revealed nothing.
Healing, she understood, didn’t always look like progress. Sometimes it looked like patience and stillness practiced again and again, until one day, the living thing that you kept tending to, offering care and love, and refusing to give up on it decided that it was ready to bloom.

As this year draws to a close, I just want to say thank you — truly — to every one of you who has shared it with me. Clients, friends, souls who’ve crossed my path… your kindness, trust, laughter and honesty have meant more than I can put into words.

There have been moments where it honestly feels like you have been the ones giving me the therapy. We’ve held space for each other, navigated the highs and lows, and somehow made it through — together.

Thank you for the thoughtful gifts, the messages, the hugs, the love. I don’t take any of it for granted. I’m deeply grateful for every single one of you and the energy you bring into my life and my work.

We made it through another year. And that’s something worth honouring.
Love you all 🤍
especially for Suzannah Elliot’s mince pies. 😋

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✨ Day 11: Wellness Hack: The Power of an Early Night ✨ If there’s one habit that transforms everything—your mood, your hormones, your skin, your focus—it’s getting to bed a little earlier. And no, it doesn’t have to be dramatic. Even 20 minutes earlier can shift your entire day. But here’s where the magic really happens… The hours between 10pm and midnight are often called your Golden Sleep Window. This is when your body does its deepest repair work: 🌙 Hormone balancing – cortisol lowers, melatonin rises, helping you feel calmer and less reactive the next day 🌙 Liver + cellular repair – detox and regeneration peak in this window 🌙 Nervous system reset – your parasympathetic system switches on, reducing stress stored in the body 🌙 Better metabolism – glucose regulation improves when you sleep earlier 🌙 More emotional resilience – your brain processes emotions and consolidates memories more effectively When you miss this window regularly, your body misses the chance to do some of its most important healing. When you honour it—even once or twice a week—you’ll feel the shift. So tonight, give yourself permission to: ✨ Turn screens off a little sooner ✨ Dim the lights ✨ Slide into bed before your mind catches another second wind A gentle reminder: Early nights aren’t a luxury. They’re medicine. Your 2026 self will thank you. 💛🌙 . #winterwellness #healing Photo credit: Pinterest