Balanced Being Massage Therapy


455 Sherman Street, Suite 140   Denver, CO  80203

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Massage & Bodywork Journal - "Best Massage Therapist in the West", March 2011, 2012, and 2013

5280 Denver's Magazine - "The 15 Calmest, Quietest, Coolest (and most decadently wonderful) Urban Spa's”, August 2009

Rocky Mountain News – “Denver’s Best Massage Fit for Royalty”, July 2009

5280 Denver's Magazine - "Current Obsession - Pampering Pick", January 2007

KMGH Denver Channel 7  "A-List" has ranked me as one of Denver's Top Massage Therapist for three years in a row.




 I’m often confronted by things about which I have no certainty at all. But I for sure believe in miracles. For me, a miracle is seeing the world with light in your eyes. It’s knowing there’s always hope and possibility where none seems to exist. Many people are so closed to miracles that even when one is boldly staring them in the face, they label it coincidence. I call it like I see it. To me, miracles are confirmation that something larger than us is at work. I believe they happen not just sometimes but every single day, if we are open to seeing them. In my own life, miracles often involve the simplest things, like being able to run five miles in less than fifty minutes. Or being exhausted after a long run and craving a bowl of red pepper and tomato soup—then walking into the kitchen to find that my partner, left some on the stove for me.

 A miracle is watching a sunset the color of strained peaches and seeing it turn to raspberries by the end of my evening walk. It’s having pomegranate, kiwi, and mango on a pretty tray for breakfast. It’s admiring the pink peonies I cut from my own garden and placed in my bedroom. It’s when a green minivan pauses on the road and a young woman leans out the window to yell, “You’re the best I need another massage!”—and she herself is a fellow massage therapist. It’s the sound of the birds and their individual songs and the moment when I wonder, Are they singing to each other, to themselves, or just to be heard?

 A miracle is the chance to roll in the grass with all of my dogs—and enjoy a full Sunday stretched before me with no obligations, no plans, no place to be. It’s the chance to come back to myself after a week of going, going, going and have time to finally just be—alone. To meditate on the porch, leaves rustling like water, newborn geese in the pond with their mother teaching them to swim.

 To feel the joy of this glorious life—and have the chance to live it as a free gay man. If I know nothing else for sure, I know that the big miracles we’re waiting on are happening right in front of us, at every moment, with every breath.

Open your eyes and heart and you’ll begin to see them.