Okay, maybe it was only a few hours; it was the spa nonetheless. Although, I’m not really the spa type, after today, I think the I might be able to find something for me in that once-avoided setting.
Today, that something was a massage. After the week of planning Dad’s funeral/memorial, I needed a bit of help kneed the knots out of my tense muscles. Thanks to my ever thoughtful son’s (namely DD), I had a yet-to-be-used gift card to a very plush spa they gave me for my birthday.
Yes, my birthday was way back in the month of December, but I was waiting for the right moment to take advantage of not only the massage but the use of the rest of the spa’s (included) facilities as well. I didn’t just want to rush in and rush out.
Before we got started, I informed the massage therapist of my ailments: my left low back “kink” and my right butt “tweak.” I left off the fact that I had another fresh wound: the death of my father. It wasn’t that I thought it insignificant for it was the reason I’d finally been able to make the appointment at all. I guess I figured I’d let her tend to the physical manifestations of my emotions wounds while I attended to the spiritual aspects.
And so, she did her work as I did mine. Which meant that she worked out the accumulation of knots in my shoulders while I took deep breaths in and out. Moments later, or seemly so, it was over.
So I made my way to the sauna for a little meditation before going home.