The Jade Tree
I was 26 when I moved from South Africa to England in 2024. About a week before I was due to leave, I had a complete meltdown. My mum and brother were already in England, and I had so much to look forward to, but I was absolutely terrified. I remember feeling like a rather broken little girl who was somehow expected to pull herself together, get on a plane and start a new life.
I’d spent years seeing psychologists and therapists. Some had been wonderful, particularly the last psychologist I’d seen, but I’d also had some really difficult experiences and been given advice that had done more harm than good. I was exhausted by the thought of telling my story all over again. I certainly wasn’t prepared to relive everything I’d spent years trying to work through.
A close friend of my aunt’s, who knew Margaret and her work, suggested I give her a call. I remember asking what on earth kinesiology was, because I hadn’t the faintest idea. I was sceptical, to say the least, and very clear that I wasn’t interested in hypnosis or anything that involved revisiting painful memories.
But I was also at a point where I knew something had to change. I desperately wanted this to be the last time I looked in the mirror and had to tell myself to pick up the pieces.
And then I met Margaret.
From the moment I walked into her rooms, she somehow made it possible to tell a story that was incredibly difficult for me to say out loud. She listened, properly. There was no judgement, no rushing me and no feeling that I was another problem that needed fixing. She was warm, wonderfully direct and somehow even managed to make me laugh.
Within a week, I got on that plane.
It sounds like such a small thing, but at the time it was enormous. I genuinely don’t know how I would have managed it without her.
More than two years later, I’m still in England, and Margaret and I still speak every week. We’ve navigated exams, jobs, relationships, family, difficult decisions, wonderful moments and a fair amount of life’s general chaos. She’s been there through all of it.
What continues to amaze me is how well she works virtually. I was convinced that kinesiology couldn’t possibly have the same effect when I was thousands of miles away and no longer lying on her treatment bed. Yet here I am, having my sessions over WhatsApp and still experiencing the benefits of her work. I can’t pretend to understand exactly how it all works, but I know the difference I’ve felt over the years.
Margaret calls herself a dustbin cleaner, which always makes me laugh, but it’s actually a rather brilliant description of what she does.
She helps you clear out the rubbish you’ve been carrying around, sometimes for years without even realising it. But what I find particularly incredible is that she also seems to recognise when there’s simply too much to deal with at once. She’ll help you shovel up the mess life has thrown at you, put some of it aside and work through it with you when you’re ready.
And that’s probably what I admire most about her. Her patience.
I’ll have one of those moments in a session when something suddenly clicks and I’ll think, “Oh my word, I’ve finally got it!” Only to realise Margaret has probably understood it for months. She’s just been quietly helping me get there myself.
She never forces a realisation or pushes me somewhere I’m not ready to go. She knows when to challenge me, when to ask another question, when to leave something alone and when I simply need a little more time.
The patience that must take is extraordinary. Especially with me!
It’s also why I find it difficult to explain what Margaret does as just kinesiology or just talking. For me, it’s the combination that makes such a difference. She has this wonderful ability to understand what’s really going on beneath the surface, even when I’m convinced the problem is something entirely different.
Sometimes I’ll arrive completely overwhelmed by one thing and leave having discovered that something else was bothering me all along. And so often, I walk away feeling lighter, clearer and more like myself.
That’s not to say the work is always easy. It isn’t. You have to be willing to look at yourself, be honest and keep doing the work between sessions. Margaret doesn’t wave a magic wand and make life’s difficulties disappear. She helps you find the understanding and strength to deal with them yourself.
And I think that’s what makes her so special.
Perhaps the simplest way I can explain the difference is that I spent years dreading therapy appointments. Even when I knew they might help, I’d find myself looking for reasons not to go.
With Margaret, I genuinely look forward to our sessions. Every single week.
Not because there’s always something wrong, but because even when life is going well, I come away having learnt something about myself. I enjoy our conversations, I trust her judgement and I know she cares.
And then there’s Margaret herself.
I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who gives quite so much of herself to the people she works with. Her kindness, loyalty, humour and sheer determination to help are unlike anything I’ve experienced. She remembers the little things, celebrates the victories and is there when life gets messy.
Knowing a little of Margaret’s own story, and what she’s been through, makes me admire her even more. She’s taken so much of what life has taught her and used it to help other people. There really are angels walking among us, and I feel incredibly lucky that I found one of them.
She’s become like a second mother to me. I love her dearly, and I don’t think she’ll ever quite understand how much she’s meant to me.
When I think about the frightened girl who walked into her rooms just days before leaving South Africa, and the person I’m becoming today, the difference is enormous.
I’m not suggesting my life is now perfect. Far from it. I’ve made mistakes, had setbacks, questioned myself and had plenty of moments when I’ve wondered what on earth I’m doing.
But I handle those moments differently now.
I’m learning to understand myself, recognise patterns I once missed, trust my own judgement and be a little kinder to myself along the way. I have a much stronger sense of who I am, and I’m no longer quite so frightened of the difficult things life inevitably brings.
Margaret didn’t get on that plane for me. She helped me believe I could. And she’s spent the years since helping me realise I can do far more than I ever gave myself credit for.
If you’re considering seeing Margaret, whether for yourself, your child or someone you love, I couldn’t encourage you more. Particularly if, like me, you’ve tried other things and feel exhausted by the idea of starting again.
You don’t need to understand kinesiology before you go. I certainly didn’t. You do need to be open to the process and willing to do your part.
I can only speak from my own experience, but meeting Margaret genuinely changed my life.
It’s an honour to be her client, an even greater privilege to know her, and one of the greatest comforts to have her in my corner.