The Path That Found Me

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Before I became a physiotherapist, I was just a boy who loved to play — and sometimes paid the price for throwing my body into everything. That’s where this story begins.

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As a boy, I had no fear. I was the big brother in my family — and also the biggest boy on the street — so I had to lead the way. If the ball got stuck on the roof or in a tree, I’d be the one to climb up and get it. Most times, I’d jump straight off — just to show I could.
One time, I climbed the fence and landed barefoot on a cactus. My poor mum was always taking me to the doctor for one thing or another.

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Most people probably associate me with football — maybe because of my work with AFL Victoria as a coach and ambassador. But before all that, I just loved running around and having a kick with my mates.

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I’d be the one giving massages and strapping ankles before the game — I just wanted my teammates to play well… and win.

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Funny thing is, I didn’t even start playing club footy until my mid-20s — after I’d already become a physio and bulked up at the gym. I was a scrawny kid, and Mum always said footy was too rough.

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Cricket was my first love. I joined a club at age 10 and played every day — with my brother, the neighbours, at school, at the club. It was non-stop.

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When I was 14, I played in a summer tournament with six one-day matches over two weeks. I cramped badly mid-innings one day and had to hobble off the field. An older man — someone who just knew what to do — pressed his thumb deep into my calf. It hurt… but minutes later, I was back out there.

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That moment never left me — how something so simple, so direct, could fix the body.
There was something in the way he did it — his confidence that it would work. A kind of quiet magic.

Whatever it was, it stayed with me — and in its own way, it set me on this path.

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My approach to physiotherapy is hands-on. I’ve never worked in clinics filled with machines or gadgets doing the work for me. My hands are my tools — shaped through years of practice, mentorship, and learning from every treatment I’ve ever received, especially while travelling, where you experience all kinds of techniques.

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For me, healing isn’t just about muscles and joints — it’s about energy and connection.

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Over the years, energy work found its way into my practice — which I’m so grateful for, because I believe energy is everything. I’m trained in Reiki and Tibetan Medicine, though I’ve been quietly using mantra-based precision in sessions for over ten years. Most of the time, clients don’t even realise it’s happening. But every time I place my hands, there’s intention — a syllable, a sound, a silent offering. Patients sometimes ask if I’m holding a tool. But it’s just my hands, the mantra, and the current flowing through.

These days, I also work with visualisation — clearing blockages, realigning structure, and shifting energy using images of wind, water, lightning, spinning chakras. This way of working deepened through the guidance of my teachers — Ken, a renowned Reiki practitioner and artist, and Drukmo, my Sowa Rigpa (Tibetan medicine) teacher. Both introduced me to visualisation not just as a tool, but as a language of energy — intuitive, symbolic, alive. I often play Tibetan or other healing music to support the space.

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I am sincerely grateful to everyone who’s come through my practice to help me practise. Each person has helped shape this work and supported my growth. You’re part of my journey, and I’m thankful for it. I feel lucky to do what I love, and I genuinely look forward to coming in each day.

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My aim is to keep evolving as a healer — and eventually to pass on what’s been shared with me, so others can carry it forward in their own way. A big part of this journey is also about inspiring others — to recognise their own gifts, to grow into who they really are, and to show up in the world as kind, capable, and wholehearted people.

Namaste. We are one.

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