It’s 5 p.m. on a hectic Monday when Iris Hawkins, a local body and spa therapist, rubs scented oil on my tense upper back and proceeds to knead it like bread dough. Through the donuted pillow in which my face is supplanted, I can detect soft, ambient music waft from a nearby stereo and the minty hints of Cyprus and Douglas fir gradually enter the air of her small in-home studio. “This is my woodsy…