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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 351 :: christmas kindness

18 Dec
{rock star}

Today I continue the month of Christmas Kindness!

Last night, after spending days upon days in bed, I finally surfaced. I crawled out of that protective cocoon and faced the light of day. And the fact that I ran out of Gilmore Girls episodes…

Amidst it all, I also felt something new… Aches. All. Over. My body, bless its heart and soul, was done with being sick but still had some healing to do. I could barely move my shoulders with all the aches and pains and finally asked Justin if we had a heating pad… or something that could act like a heating pad. He’s good at finding things so whenever I need something I have learned to ask. To put Justin on the task.

He thought about it for a while and then, just when I thought he had forgotten he walked outside. In the mud and rain mind you. When he returned inside he had his hands full of rocks.

“What are those for?” I asked.
“For your back. I’m going to heat them up, like a hot rock massage.” He replied matter of factly.

Oh… My…  Love… he had me at hot rock massage. My most favorite spa treatment in the world. But could we do it at home?

Turns out, the answer is yes! Justin washed and heated the rocks and then placed them on my back. And then heated them up again for a second round. They weren’t perfect like the rocks I have had in spas … but it was perfectly timed.

It was so gloriously relaxing.
And he is so amazingly kind. A rock star in my book.

It’s times like these when I realize that for all the KINDNESS I have been trying to infuse into my life and others this year, all I really needed to do was open my eyes. Sometimes being kind is remembering to ask for help.

Because the helpers will show up.
Sometimes with rocks in their hands.

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

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#lovemore

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Day 50: hot or not?

19 Feb

Hot, truly, rocks.
At least it rocked my world this morning.

My day started by dragging myself out of bed to make it to Elements Therapeutic Spa for a 9:30am check-in time. It was time to cash in on my reward for  Stickking to my week long yoga promise: one hot rock massage, please!

It was stressful.
I kid not.

Everything was set to plan: I woke on time, showered on time, ate two hard boiled eggs for breakfast (that I prepared the night before), and walked Pup, just in time to hop into the car and drive off to Relaxation Land.

Until…
My iPhone App map sent me to the right shopping complex, wrong location.

The App kept telling me I was passing the spa, as if screaming, “turn around, you missed it!” over and over. Being new to Naples, I kept driving, and driving, and driving in circles, until it was absolutely, ridiculously, clear the App was wrong.

There are only so many times one can pass a seafood restaurant, parking lot, and field of palm trees before realizing she is not in the right place …and she (me) was now late.

I finally broke down, pulled the car over, and called the spa for directions.

They graciously talked me through the traffic circles and twists and turns of the retail plaza until I finally arrived, apologetically at the front door, clearly in need of a massage.

Sometimes, life is all about the timing.

Today is the 50th day of The Promise 365; keeping my promise not to shop, buy frivolous clothes, shoes and other trinkets of self-indulgent style (and write about it every day).  Today ends a week that may have been Fashion Week for some, but for me, it was a week of self care.

Including a yoga marathon, tennis match up (lost again), reading large portions of a few good books, a self induced mani-pedi, and ultimately finished in a finale with one incredible… wait… wait for it…

Hot. Rock. Massage.
Oh, how I love thee.

Thank you Elements Therapeutic Spa.
My only complaint is that it ended too soon.
And my only regret is that I waited too long to make it happen.

I was not at Fashion Week, but this I know:
Regret, is definitely not on the list of trends for what’s hot.
So?? What are you waiting for?

Day 45: love, true love

14 Feb

“And on the 45th day she earned a hot rock massage.”
She says with a grin on her face.

Oh, wait! That’s me.

Today is officially Day 7 of the daily yoga practice which began last Tuesday. I promised myself a little reward, a super fabulous hot rock massage, if I could keep the streak alive for one whole week. That’s seven consecutive days, but who’s counting?

Today, I am here to report back.
I DID IT!

To some, I know, seven days straight of yoga is no earth shattering record. But, to me, it is. I can honestly say, “I have never done that before.”

I can also say, it feels great.
Sure, my muscles are sore and tight, but with each passing day I have been able to stretch further and longer. What feels even better than finally holding a high to low push up is knowing I set a goal, stuck with it, and followed through.

That is the beauty of a self-imposed goal.
I am in total control. It’s up to me to downward dog-it. I can’t sit around waiting for someone else to take over my yoga mat and do it for me.

Makes me think, where else in my life have I sat around and waited for others to take the first step?

Um… how about the obvious?
Valentine’s Day.

What a crazy holiday?
One where we are bombarded by images of people sitting and waiting for others to send flowers and chocolate. I mean, really?

I have had some amazingly wonderful and lovely surprises in my life on Valentine’s Day (last year, Justin filled an entire room full of pink and red balloons).

I have also had some really bleak, soul searching, how-did-I-end-up-so-lonely-on-Valentine’s-Day pity parties too, with Ben in one hand and Jerry in the other.

Aren’t both self-imposed?
I believe it is the expectation of love that drives the experience.

Note to self:
Just like yoga starts by taking the first step and placing your stubby toes on a mat, love starts inside YOU too.

It’s your job to shoot the arrow through your own heart, and then share love with the world. Love was meant for sharing.

Note to you:
If you’re reading tonight, I hope you find time to give yourself a little Valentine’s Day party full of love and self care. Whether or not your flowers have already arrived.

In the meantime, I will be finding room in my schedule for a hot rock massage!

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