Words cannot really describe the joy that is a morning's shiatsu in this tiny, bamboo shrouded, tatami matted room. Half way up a whisper-quiet mountain and adjacent to Shisendo, one of my favourite temples in Kyoto, I started semi regular treatments for a dodgy spine earlier in the year - I have been itching to return. While the rain pitter-pattered (actually the rythym was more like that of a heavy handed speed typist) on the roof and an elderly neighbour gracefully plucked away at the strings of her heavenly sounding Koto -
Bridget Scott, world's best Shiatsu therapist, worked my body into a transcendental state then generously shared with me a pot of very fine Gyokuro green tea before sending me out into the day.
Words cannot really describe the joy that is a morning's shiatsu in this tiny, bamboo shrouded, tatami matted room. Half way up a whisper-quiet mountain and adjacent to Shisendo, one of my favourite temples in Kyoto, I started semi regular treatments for a dodgy spine earlier in the year - I have been itching to return. While the rain pitter-pattered (actually the rythym was more like that of a heavy handed speed typist) on the roof and an elderly neighbour gracefully plucked away at the strings of her heavenly sounding Koto - Bridget Scott, world's best Shiatsu therapist, worked my body into a transcendental state then generously shared with me a pot of very fine Gyokuro green tea before sending me out into the day.
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