I was briefly introduced to massage in high school in a class called Interpersonal Communications. While I was intrigued, there wasn't an opportunity to train locally for massage, not to mention, massage as a career wasn't really heard of. After 17 years working at Fingerhut, the opportunity came up to take a Swedish Massage class offered in St Cloud by Sister Rosalind School of Massage. The school was based out of West St Paul since the mid-80s, and they were hoping to build enough base to start a school in the St Cloud.
Six days after I started the Swedish class, Fingerhut announced it would be liquidating. My plans to be a massage therapist felt like they were to be derailed again. Sister Rosalind met with us on our second night of class, and after her talking with us, I began to realize my next door was opening before the first was closing. I was able to keep my job for 18 months longer, and I was able to complete much of my 750-hour program at Sister Rosalinds Sauk Rapids campus before losing my job.
Angel's Touch Massage began as a home-business in 2002 while I was attending the initial Swedish class. After graduation in 2004, I worked as a massage therapist at the Sister Rosalind Professional Massage clinic for six years while I continued to build my practice out of my home. I also began teaching for the school a few months after graduation, and also continued to teach for six years - teaching Swedish, Muscular Therapy, Chair massage and business.
In September of 2007, I moved Angel's Touch Massage out of my home in to its current location in the Equity Partners Building. By early 2010, I left the school and have worked full-time independently since.
To provide a safe, comfortable space for clients to "rest their wings" and help facilitate healing their body may need, utilizing a combination of therapeutic massage techniques.
The following poem has remained instrumental my practice, a poem found in a Reader's Digest when I was in high school and could still recite many years later. It wasn't until I was in massage school, I found the author, Spencer Michael Free, who graduated from the College of Physicians and Surgeons of the Johns Hopkins University in 1880, and practiced medicine and surgery for some fifty years thereafter. In addition to some one hundred medical papers, he wrote many poems, including "The Human Touch" and I could only believe he also knew the power of touch in his practice.
The Human Touch by Spencer Michael Free
"Tis the human touch in the world that counts,
The touch of your hand in mine,
That means so much more to the human heart
Than shelter or bread or wine.
For shelter is gone when the night is over,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of your hand and the sound of your voice
Sing on in the soul always.