God-Sent Hands

Kris informed me that i was to remove my robe and lie, face down, on the massage table and put the sheet over me.  She exited the room and gave me a few minutes to get situated.  i was hot, my heart was pounding hard and i was a bit uncomfortable but still, glad to be there at the spa.  She knocked softly and came back in and then rearranged the sheet and asked me if i was too hot or cold.  i said 'a bit too hot' and so she turned off the heated bed and folded the sheet down to my hips. "Ahh..that's better." i said my words muffled because i was face down and in a donut shaped thing-y.

i sighed deeply and Kris remarked that the sound was good to hear.  She told me to just relax, i was there and all would be well.  The lights were very dim, the room cool and there was soft music playing. i was by now very comfortable.

She then stood by my head and ran her oiled hands down my back to my hips, adding pressure as she descended.  i groaned in sheer pleasure.  Not a sexual kind of pleasure but just relief of feeling the tension and stress already going from my body.  And folks, it only got better from there.  For 50 minutes, i was at her mercy, She poked and prodded and worked knots out of my neck and shoulders. She took her forearm and pressed that against the length of my legs, she used her hands on my feet that make me weak.  As time went on, i could feel myself almost floating, totally relaxed, warm, happy, very, very quiet.  At the beginning, i kept telling myself to just 'let go...let it all go' and at one point i almost cried (learning later that as the massage releases toxins from your muscles, emoting is a very common occurrence).  i recited Scripture and thanked God for the gift of the massage and then i just concentrated on her hands.  i don't remember that she was a very strong looking person - shorter than i - but oh! those hands.  Warm and soft and able to help me relax.  She also did something that was comforting - when she was done with one arm or leg and going to the other, she never took her hand from me.  That kept me relaxed as i knew where she was and was a comforting, almost motherly feeling of 'all is well..just stay still..i'm still here' kinda of feeling.  i just called it DIVINE.

Before i flipped over to my back so she could massage my face, head, arms, shoulder, legs and feet, Kris asked me quietly if i was ok.  i could only nods my head and sorta grunt...i was out of it.  Wonderful, wonderful feeling.

i later learned from another specialist that for a first-time massage, Kris was the best one to have.

 

Tomorrow: the Elegant Facial