People ask me what happens in a tantric massage. But the real question is: what happens after?

The session ends.

You dress slowly. We sit with tea. There’s quiet conversation – or comfortable silence.
You leave.

And then what?
People think the work happens on the table.
The touch. The breath. The presence.

But I’ve learned that the real transformation happens in the days after. In the shower two days later when you notice you’re breathing differently.

In the moment you set a boundary you would have ignored before.
In the sudden awareness that you’ve been living in your head for weeks, and your body has been waiting for you to come back.

Tantric massage isn’t a fix. It’s not a treatment you receive and check off your list. It’s a doorway. And walking through it is just the beginning.

After a session, people often tell me they feel “different” – but they can’t quite name it. Not happier. Not “healed.” Just… more here. More present. More aware of sensations they’d been numbing for years.

That’s not magic. That’s what happens when you give yourself permission to simply be, without performing or achieving or fixing anything.

The body remembers that permission. And it starts asking for more of it. You might find yourself craving stillness instead of distraction. Noticing where you hold tension. Questioning patterns you’ve repeated without thinking.

This isn’t always comfortable. Presence isn’t always peaceful.
Sometimes you feel more, not less. Grief you’d been avoiding. Anger you’d been suppressing. Desire you’d learned to ignore.
But feeling it is different from drowning in it.

When you have a container – a practice, a space, a memory of safety – you can hold what arises without being consumed by it.

That’s what stays with you after a session. Not the touch itself. But the felt sense that you can be with yourself. Exactly as you are. Without needing to be different.

The work doesn’t end when you leave. It begins.

Namaste