16/08/2025
I was just a kid when I gave my first massage, my small feet stepping carefully on my dad’s back, or easing the ache in my mum’s tired hands.
In the Philippines, it’s how we care for our elders.
Massage is more than treatment, it’s hospitality. It’s service. It’s love.
We’d take a bus once a month and travel to Laguna, my dad’s hometown. The whole family would line up outside the local massage therapist’s home, picnic blankets laid on the street, my grandmother had prepared food for the day.
There was no booking system. No phones. just a queue and community, care, and a belief in touch as healing.
Even back then, I was curious, why did it work so well?
What was it about massage that shifted something deep inside us?
That wonder never left.
From walking the farm with my mum to noticing how animals use physical connection to soothe, I kept learning, watching, feeling.
By nine, I was massaging friends. One of them’s now a doctor.
Me? I followed the call to massage.
Today, I carry that same instinct into every treatment.
Rooted in culture, shaped by science, and infused with all the experience that have been with me since childhood.
Masahe is the French, Spanish, Filipino word for massage.
And for me, it’s always meant healing.
