05/04/2026
Hi everyone 🌟🌺🙏🏽🫶🏽
Here’s the lowdown. The tea, spilt to everyone’s satisfaction - I hope.
A few weeks ago my residential landlord who is frail aged and deserving of compassion, let himself into my house at just before 8:30am on Sunday morning and came right through into my sleeping area.
My son was asleep on the couch across from my bed and I was asleep unclothed. I awoke to my son and Miss Mia(my dog) making a loud scene of protest and as my eyes unpeeled themselves from the tranquility of sleep - I discovered my landlord not 5feet from my bed. It was traumatic and triggered past experiences of intrusion and r**e, even whilst knowing this was not a malicious event.
I was unable to reconcile myself to continue residing in this space, due to trauma responses such as hyper vigilance, lack of sleep, downturn in immune system responses and other systemic bodily function- ( For those who are unaware, I do have medically diagnosed cPTSD from the death of an infant and the ongoing state of adult- diagnosed ADHD, depression and anxiety into adulthood).
I contacted a real estate agent in order to rectify my living arrangements to stabilise my mental health and continue to show up as a single , long term- sole providing mother … and an allied health provider in the fields of massage therapy and traditional medicinal/wellness counselling ; in a state of wellness and strength. Both physically and mentally and emotionally.
You- my people, my clients, my village , my OHANA- are each individually aware of how I show up for YOU. When you share with me your deepest darkest feelings and I hold space for you, let you know that is what I am here for- I am not joking or making light of the situation- I am truely here for you. When your bring to me physical issues and I do my best to aid in your recover - you know I am here, to the very best of my ability- for you.
When you need to cry out your feelings into the safety of my table- that is what I am here for.
When you roar out your pain as I stimulate your memories held captive within your muscles - that is what I am here for.
When you leave my clinic, my sacred space, feeling lighter - feeling bolder- feeling more capable of facing what life is throwing your way - that is what I am here for. Believe me- my life has brought me into contact with such a variety of situations I have true empathy for everything you can bring to me- the more experiences I
collect the lot grateful I am to honestly and compassionately be able to meet you in your space.
This week I am struggling with mould exposure as I clean my way out of a long term difficult living arrangement. Yesterday I was feverish, today I am congested. Tomorrow my son and I will make a strong push to finalise my previous living arrangement and be out of there for good. For the truely good of all.
Those who are truely close with me understand the delicate and difficult intracacies of the balance I have been maintaining between my work and personal life for the last few years. These people include my closest friends, one of whom is the owner of The Chiro Nambucca where I have been maintaining a clinic space. This is why there is no bad blood between us as I have exited our long term collaboration between businesss.
I deeply and gratefully acknowledge the patience Steve has held for me as I have navigated an ongoing difficult relationship with my residential landlord, and the unfortunate drastic and short notice turn of events which led to my departure from his space in the plaza into a space of my own at High St Nambucca. I simply cannot afford to maintain rent on two premium spaces concurrently.
Whilst I fully expect The Chiro Nambucca to find another massage therapist to work in the extraordinary space he has created in the Plaza, I will continue to support our shared clients and work to provide pre-chiro massage with just a little longer gap between appointments.
This weekend my body failed my intentions and I became ill. In truth the lymphatic glands on my neck and armpits have been raised and painful, trying to get my attention for a week and I failed my body nutritionally during the transition between the home which was, and the home which is to be. I had the second cold sore of my entire life. I acknowledge this is pretty normal and offer a shout out to my son’s friend’s mum who sent us some precooked homemade meals in order to insure we had something to eat which contained nutrients and love during the days which I had no functional kitchen.
I failed a client this weekend with a short notice cancellation as I recognised my declining state of health, and a subsequent extra reschedule as I faced the reality that I was not “all better” overnight - experiencing fatigue, fever, diarohhea, sore throat , aches and pains, loss of taste , smell and appetite, dizziness and weakness, and require rest and recovery time. I fear I have lost this client into perpetuity and hope that my honest disclosure here in this space brings to us all a shared humanity and understanding of vulnerability.
I am taking today and tomorrow to rest and recover. I cleaned most of my my piano, and am more interested in lying around watching Bridgerton than doing anything else at all. The boxes can wait. The perpetual, indefatiguble mould and the scrubbing of the old house can wait. I am looking forward to showering in a real bathroom with actuall walls and water hot enough to need the cold tap on to cool it- instead of the padded shower curtain to make it bearably steamy enough to endure.
I am a human, experiencing human things including stress, trauma and exhaustion. I do practice Huna, I offer constantly to teach it to you all - and I do have EXTRAORDINARY! powers or recuperation and resilience as a result of the philosophy and practice of Kahili Huna and the associated Huna Kupua…. - I am asking and demonstrating a need for you to show me the same grace I hold for you.
Please- book in later in the week. Let’s work together to book in backwards from Friday🙏🏽 Come and discover the new space I am working within. It is ONE minute from the river and maybe three from the VWall.
There are no bright lights, no commercial vibes, no hustle and bustle to be faced with post massage. McLung park is fifty metres away if you need natural environments, and I now offer a peaceful space as a recovery room.
Just like you, I am doing my best, and offering the best of myself in a world which is challenging. I just happen to have a strong and sacred calling from which to draw upon in order to offer my services as a physical/ manual process healer aka Massage Therapist, who just happens to be a practising shaman of the Kahili lineage.
Please
forgive me
for my recent uncontactability, for the sudden change of address,
for any unreliability you may have experienced on my behalf this week.
me ke aloha, Carleon.
