I met Jacky for the first time when I was only 18 years old and about to graduate from high school. We had a number of appointments for massages back then, but I moved to London soon after to start university. Although we lost touch, the experience always stuck with me: deep, genuine, enduring. Unlike anything I’ve encountered anywhere else up until this day. Luckily, we reconnected five years later over email. The kind of knowledge she can derive from just touching and observing has always amazed me. But what’s stayed with me even more is the lasting impact seeing her has had on me. It’s very hard to put into words what exactly Jacky’s work does to you – but then again, maybe words are besides the point here: the body has a certain way of understanding before the mind does. I am convinced that Jacky goes on as much of a journey as you do when you lie down on her massage table. Her work is so completely personal – absolutely tailored to the individual that comes to see her. Her natural trust, openness and intuition are like a kind of homecoming every time. I still live abroad, but in the couple of times a year I visit my hometown I always make sure to go see her.