Aspen Club and Spa

I am dreaming of a beach right this very moment, with its sandy white shore and warm, green blue waves gently lapping each other, creating a calm, rhtyhmic sound. The sun is beating down on my skin as I stretch out on a towel, the aqua sky above is cloudless and I am alone, it is so serene I fall into a deep sleep. That is not going to happen today, so instead I am dreaming of being wrapped in warm mud. My body is sore and aching, so I am picturing a strangers hands massaging my back, arms and neck. An image of hot stones along my spine pops into the picture. Next I am swathed in a white terry robe and am relaxing my face muscles for a cleansing, soothing facial. My toes are soaked in lilac water as I get a pedicure, and I can almost taste the chicken salad and fresh fruit I am going to have for lunch when I am done.

This has been a most excellent adventure, a complete dream. Funny enough, I have never stepped foot inside a spa. I hear it is wonderful, and more and more people are choosing to pamper themselves, men and women alike. Why shouldn’t we take a moment to indulge in some peace and quiet? Many people don’t take the time to do this, or pehaps they think they don’t HAVE the time. But they do. Of course money could be an issue, some might ask, Am I worth this? And the answer is, “Yes, absolutely.” I truly beleive if we took a little more time to take care of ourselves, our lives would be easier, our muscles less sore. We’d be more calm while sitting in traffic. We might not yell at the kids at the drop of a hat. While I can’t hop over to the spa this moment, perhaps I can eat better today, do a few neck rolls, breathe deeply, and drop a hint to a loved one of what I’d like for my next birthday. I can’t think of a better gift than a day at the spa, second only to immediate transport to a beach on Aruba. Deb Weisman