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A 75-minute lymphatic facial and shamanic tune-up, guided by song, energy work, ozone-infused oils, and slow, loving touch.
Come with a bare face, and bare your worries too.
Your face is the most intimate place you carry. It has held every expression, every brave smile, every tear you wiped away before anyone noticed. It is so rarely touched with reverence. Here, it is.
We begin with a gentle look at your skin and what it has been asking for. Then you lie back, and there is nothing left for you to do but melt.
Slow, tender hands move across your face, your jaw, your neck, and down toward your heart, coaxing the lymph to flow and everything you’ve been holding to release. Our own special ozone-infused oils are worked into your skin, warm and unhurried. I may sing over you as I work, so your mind can rest and your field can settle. Layer by layer, the mask you wear for the world is gently set down.
This is not a spa facial. Nothing to correct and nothing to perfect. Only the gentle, luminous work of being touched like you are precious, because you are.
Before you go, I’ll share simple suggestions for the days ahead: how to feed your skin, and yourself, so the radiance keeps rising from within.
This is a love letter to your face, and to everyone you have ever been behind it.
Your arms and shoulders receive work too, so men please come prepared to be in a tank top, and women, you have the choice of freedom or a strapless tubtop/tanktop.
A 75-minute lymphatic facial and shamanic tune-up, guided by song, energy work, ozone-infused oils, and slow, loving touch.
Come with a bare face, and bare your worries too.
Your face is the most intimate place you carry. It has held every expression, every brave smile, every tear you wiped away before anyone noticed. It is so rarely touched with reverence. Here, it is.
We begin with a gentle look at your skin and what it has been asking for. Then you lie back, and there is nothing left for you to do but melt.
Slow, tender hands move across your face, your jaw, your neck, and down toward your heart, coaxing the lymph to flow and everything you’ve been holding to release. Our own special ozone-infused oils are worked into your skin, warm and unhurried. I may sing over you as I work, so your mind can rest and your field can settle. Layer by layer, the mask you wear for the world is gently set down.
This is not a spa facial. Nothing to correct and nothing to perfect. Only the gentle, luminous work of being touched like you are precious, because you are.
Before you go, I’ll share simple suggestions for the days ahead: how to feed your skin, and yourself, so the radiance keeps rising from within.
This is a love letter to your face, and to everyone you have ever been behind it.
Your arms and shoulders receive work too, so men please come prepared to be in a tank top, and women, you have the choice of freedom or a strapless tubtop/tanktop.