I’ve rarely met a massage I didn’t like.
I walk away from some massages feeling light and lively, like I’ve finally dropped a super-size suitcase, one that any airlines would slap me with an overweight baggage charge. Other times, massages leave me in a deep slumber, and when I do come to my senses, I slink off the table and speak gibberish for the remainder of the day. I left the Lomi Pohaku at Serenity Spa at Outrigger Reef on the Beach feeling like an ice cube that had just melted.
Dhana, my massage therapist, started by having me lie on my stomach with my face snuggled in the face cradle. Then, she brushed my semi-long hair off my neck and back and braided it.
Over the years, I’ve found every massage therapist has a signature move—something that stands out from all the kneading and rubbing and stroking they do in a standard hour’s time. Sometimes, this move doesn’t even fall into the lexicon of massage technique. And sometimes, the move is so unexpected that it touches me on a deeper level than the physical. When Dhana braided my hair, a simple gesture to be sure, I felt nurtured. I felt what could only be Dhana’s deep commitment to her practice of massage. And, perhaps I felt something from a higher source. If so, that would be a true lomilomi experience.
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