The Body Artisans, Santaquin, UT (2025)

11/01/2025

Made Of Starlight - The Crown Chakra

The crown chakra is where the body remembers it is made of stars. If the third eye is the sky, then the crown is the cosmos itself, the quiet infinity beyond thought, where awareness stretches past muscle and bone into something vast and luminous.

It is not just energy at the top of the head; it is the soft doorway where fascia becomes frequency, where the nervous system loosens its grip and the soul rises like stardust toward its source.

Trauma pulls the body downward into protection. The crown lifts us back into possibility. Healing is not only sinking into what hurt us; it is remembering the light above us and within us.

In bodywork, we do not pry open the crown. We create safety so profound that the body lifts on its own. Breath deepens. The scalp tingles. Space blooms through the chest and spine like galaxies returning to motion. This is when a person remembers they are not just flesh and story, but spirit and starlight.

To support the crown is to honor expansion without force. To hold stillness until it becomes sanctuary. To remind the body that it belongs not only to earth, but to the sky as well.

May your touch offer permission to rise. May your presence invite spaciousness. May every session help someone remember their light.

We are not only healers, we are guides who help souls look up again.

- The Body Artisan

11/01/2025

Visceral Release: The Sacred Gate

Deep in the belly lives a river that moves not with urgency, but with ancient patience. This is the realm of the colon, the place where the body shifts its question from what do I take in? to what am I finally ready to release?

Fascia wraps this sacred channel like old tree roots in fertile soil, protecting and remembering what the nervous system could not yet process. Here, the gut and brain speak in secret currents, and the vagus nerve listens at the threshold between safety and surrender. When life overwhelms, this river often stills; the tissue braces, and silence becomes a form of survival.

In visceral work, we do not force this river open; we invite it to move again. With presence and patience, we soften the ground so the body remembers its natural rhythm.

Under skilled hands, the mesentery begins to sigh, the diaphragm trusts gravity once more, and the pelvis loosens its quiet prayers of protection.

Release becomes permission. Emotion becomes motion. Fascia that once held like armor begins to ripple again with breath and life.

To touch the colon is to approach the hidden archive of the human experience, the unspoken griefs, inherited shame, and memories the mind could not hold but the body never forgot.

Releasing the colon is not simply helping digestion; it is helping a person move through what once felt immovable. It supports the return of safety in the nervous system, allowing breath to drop into the belly, and welcomes a person back into the parts of themselves that were once closed off to survive.

Visceral work here is devotional, not mechanical. It asks the practitioner to listen deeply, to witness rather than push, and to trust the body’s pace.

The colon is the final chapter of digestion but also the first doorway to renewal, the twilight moment before dawn. It holds the wisdom of what must be carried forward and what can finally be laid down.

When fascia in this region softens, both tissue and history loosen, making space for new breath, new movement, and a quiet rebirth from the inside out.

To free the belly is to free the past. To soften the fascia here is to allow the soul to move again. In this work, we not only release tissue, but also release history. Flow returns to the places where life became still, and in that gentle return, healing rises like morning light.

10/31/2025

There are seasons where a healer burns.

Not from failure, but from expansion.

From letting go of who you were to become.

For who you are meant to be.

Rise slowly.

Rise wildly.

Rise with breath and tremor.

You are not beginning again.

You are returning to your fire.

- The Body Artisan

10/31/2025

The Sky Within - Third Eye Chakra

The Third Eye is not loud. It does not force itself open. It waits, like the sky before sunrise, like breath in the quiet moment before it releases.

Most people look but do not see. They move through life reacting instead of knowing, thinking instead of listening, scanning instead of sensing. They forget the sky within them, vast, steady, silent, and wise.

If the sacral chakra is water, ever-moving, then the Third Eye is the sky above it. Spacious. Clear. A place where intuition rises like light slowly spreading across the morning.

As bodyworkers, we meet this sky through touch. The fascia around the eyes and temples holds the residue of strain and searching. With gentle infinity circles around the eyes and soft sweeps across the brow, we invite clouds to part and awareness to return.

The Third Eye opens not from effort, but from surrender. Not through thinking, but through presence. When the brow softens and breath drops, the body remembers how to see from within.

Inside you is a sky. Vast and beautiful, stretching inward, awaiting the dawn.

10/31/2025

The Shape of Water - The Sacral Chakra

There is a tide living beneath the skin, a quiet ocean held in the cradle of the hips and low belly. It rolls through fascia like memory, moves through breath like emotion, and rests in the deep front line where the body keeps its most tender truths. This is the sacral space, the body’s water, where we feel, where we soften, where we allow ourselves to be moved.

As bodyworkers, we meet this water long before it shows itself. We feel it in tissue that hesitates before yielding, in a pelvis that has forgotten the rhythm of sway, in breath that pauses at the doorway of the abdomen as if asking permission to enter. This is not resistance, it is devotion. A body protecting what once had no place to flow.

We do not force rivers open. We sit beside them. We offer warmth, safety, and presence.

We become shoreline, steady enough for waves to return, and gentle enough for silt to settle.

Our hands invite the body back to itself, guiding fascia to soften like sand beneath the tide, reminding muscles that they are allowed to melt, teaching breath that it is safe to descend and nourish what has long been held in silence.

When water begins to move again, it is rarely a dramatic event. It is quiet release. A deeper inhale. A sigh from somewhere ancient. Hips that shift without thinking. An emotion that rises like mist before rain. Creativity stirring like dusk's light on the surface of a lake.

These moments are sacred, not because we created them, but because we made room for them.

To work with this chakra is to honor feeling as intelligence, softness as strength, movement as medicine. We do not heal by pushing the water but by remembering its natural flow.

Fascia glides again. Breath returns home. And the body reclaims its right to feel, and to flow.

May our touch become like water. Patient, present, knowing that the most powerful transformations are often quiet. And may we trust the tide within every being, for it always knows its way back to itself when given space to move.

- The Body Artisan

10/30/2025

Tending the Flame - The Solar Plexus Chakra

Beneath the ribs lives a quiet fire, the light of self-trust, confidence, and direction. It is the Solar Plexus Chakra, the body’s inner sun, a radiant pulse of warmth that fuels every act of becoming.

When this fire burns steadily, it is golden and strong. The fascia around the abdomen softens with breath. The diaphragm moves freely.

You feel aligned with purpose, confident, capable, and calm. But when life dims that light through exhaustion, self-doubt, or endless giving, the flame flickers.

The breath shortens.

The gut tightens.

The fire becomes smoke.

The body speaks softly here: a tight abdomen, nausea, digestive unrest, or that subtle feeling of being “off center.” These are the whispers of a flame asking to be tended.

To stoke this inner fire, we must feed it with presence. Breathe deeply into the belly. Move your body, twist, stretch, dance. Eat foods that are warm, vibrant, and nourishing. Set boundaries that protect your energy. Speak kindly to yourself, especially when you falter.

And remember: the flame does not need to roar to be powerful. It simply needs to be fed.

For the Body Artisan, this is the work behind the work. To nurture the light that allows you to hold space for others. To keep your own energy grounded and glowing. To remember that power and peace are not opposites, but the same breath, inhaling strength and exhaling surrender.

When we tend the flame, it burns steady again, radiant, centered, and sure of its warmth. The body feels open. The fascia flows with ease.

Remember, you were never meant to burn out; you were meant to burn bright—a steady flame of purpose, power, and peace.

- The Body Artisan

10/29/2025

When You Need Your Battery Changed
A Body Artisan Reflection

There comes a point where even the most compassionate hearts and healing hands run dry. We give and give, until one day there’s nothing left to pour.

That hollow, tired feeling seeps into the body like fog, and no amount of “pushing through” seems to help. You’re not broken. You’re just running on empty.

Our batteries, physical, emotional, and energetic, weren’t designed to last forever without a recharge. The weight of care, the emotional holding, the late nights, the constant giving, they drain us quietly until one day, we can’t find the spark that once guided us.

But healing begins when we pause.

When we acknowledge the emptiness not as weakness, but as a signal, an invitation. It’s the body whispering, “Please, it’s time to rest. Time to refill.”

Recharge begins with simplicity:
Step out of the role of caretaker, even if just for a day.

Find silence. Breathe deeply into the space between thoughts.

Move gently, stretch, float, dance, or walk barefoot on the earth.

Nourish yourself with whole food, sunlight, hydration, and rest that reaches the soul.

Allow touch and care to flow to you for once.

Your body is your art. Your energy is your medium. And just like any artist, you must pause between creations to gather new color, new life, new inspiration.

You are not failing when you rest.

You are reshaping the masterpiece that is you.

- The Body Artisan

10/27/2025

The Healer’s Heart - Reflection of the Heart Chakra

There’s a unique kind of weight that lives in the hands of a healer.

As bodyworkers, we are trained to hold space, to listen not only with our ears but with our touch. We move through the fascia, tracing stories written in tension and time, feeling the echoes of grief and loss woven beneath the skin. Every session is a sacred exchange; we become a witness to their release, and their healing becomes our silent prayer.

Yet few see the toll this takes.

“People think you are okay, but you are exhausted.

People think you are fine, but you are just about holding it together.

People see your smile, but they don’t know the heaviness behind your eyes.

They see your strength, but not the cost of carrying it.

They admire your calm, but they don’t hear the noise in your head.

They applaud your resilience but don’t ask about your recovery.

They think you are busy living, but you are quietly surviving.

Because when you’re the strong one, people forget to check in.

So here is your reminder. You are allowed to take a break. You are allowed to rest.”
- J.S

The heart chakra serves as the energetic bridge between the physical and emotional bodies. It governs compassion, forgiveness, and empathy, as well as sorrow and grief.

When a client’s pain meets your empathy, the body absorbs traces of that emotion through the fascia and nervous system. It’s part of why, at the end of a long day, your chest feels heavy or your breath feels shallow. It’s not weakness; it’s resonance. You’ve tuned yourself to their frequency to help them find balance.

But remember this, your own heart must also be tended. The healer’s heart is both the instrument and the sanctuary.

When it becomes overwhelmed, your flow falters. The hands that once moved like rivers begin to feel like stone.

So pause.

Place your hands over your heart and breathe into your own fascia. Feel the subtle rhythm beneath your palms, your own pulse, your own life force.

Let your breath widen your ribcage, soften your sternum, and remind your body that it, too, is worthy of the care you give so freely.

Because your calm doesn’t have to mean silence, and your strength doesn’t have to mean sacrifice.

The heart chakra thrives on circulation, energy flowing in and out.

So let yourself receive the same love you pour into others.

To be a Body Artisan is to understand that healing is not a one-way current; it’s a continuous flow, always returning to the heart.

- The Body Artisan

10/25/2025

The Liver Beneath the Layers - The Art of Visceral Fascial Release

The body is a landscape of connection.

Every organ, every breath, every heartbeat is woven together by fascia. When one structure tightens, the whole system listens.

Visceral fascial release is more than abdominal work; it is communication with the organs themselves.

The fascia surrounding each organ breathes, slides, and expands with every motion.

When that tissue becomes restricted, the ripple can be felt everywhere: in blood flow, lymphatic drainage, and the body’s ability to detox and digest.

Let’s take the liver, a powerhouse of purification.

It filters nearly all blood from the digestive system through the portal vein, balancing blood sugar levels, producing enzymes, and binding toxins for elimination.

However, the liver is wrapped in fascia, intricately connected to the diaphragm above and the stomach, gallbladder, and kidneys surrounding it.

When this fascial layer is restricted, the mechanical pull can stretch, compress, and slow circulation through the liver.

That stagnation doesn’t stay local. It creates back pressure on the entire visceral network, straining the heart, kidneys, and gut. The liver, under tension, must work harder to detoxify and metabolize.

You may see the results as “mystery symptoms”:
New food intolerances, histamine reactions, heartburn, rashes, fatigue, or that heavy, foggy feeling after meals.

As the fascia releases, space returns. Blood and lymph begin to flow freely. The organs regain their rhythm with the diaphragm’s breath.

Clients often describe it not as pain leaving, but as energy returning.

For the Body Artisan, this is the quiet miracle, learning to listen beneath the muscle, beneath the story, to the subtle pulse of an organ remembering how to move again.

When the fascia breathes, the body heals.
And when the liver flows, the whole system rises.

- The Body Artisan

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