In Transition....

For those of you who have given birth--not THAT transition.

I'm talking life changes. Evolution of the self and planet while we're still evolving in our own little corners.

And that transition, that evolution, involves taking care of ourselves. 'Cuz, if you don't.....

Which is why I have returned to the only way I know how to make a little (very little) money.
Writing magazine stories. Here and there. So I am in transit from being a semi-isolated freelance writer in New York, to being a semi-isolated freelance writer in Tucson. And exploring my options. And weighing them.

And still writing this smart-ass report on one of my favorite (in the top two) ways to take care of numero one.

By having an amazing, near-life-altering treatment at a, what else, spa.

Which is what I had last week at the Westward Look Resort and Sonoroan Spa.
Something absolutely otherworldly, called the Bindi Body Treatment.

Now, I've had Ayurvedic stuff done to me. By even one of the most famous women in the field, in New York City: Dr. Pratima Raichur. Google her and prepare to be astounded. Or merely click on her name and, well, you'll see and be amused.

So, Pratima personally treated me and each time was amazing.

But my recent 90-minute treatment at the Sonoroan Spa not only blissed me out, it relieved a chronic nerve pain that has been my shadow for the past 7 years. For a little while, anyway.

It was an elaborate, tailor-made treatment that traditionally includes wraps, but knowing how, uh, not a fan of wraps I am ( to say it delicately), Debra Henrickson, the wonderful spa director, made certain the incredible therapist (and of course, her name vanished as soon as she told me) merely placed warm towels on me and never totally cocooned me.

Which, in case you may not have read previously (it's back there in my clips somewhere http://spas.about.com/library/aa080402.htm) totally precipitated a panic attack. I didn't realize then that the therapist is not supposed to leave you for, say, more than 2 minutes tops.

During my bad-wrap experience, the therapist took what felt like an hour-long break and didn't return even when I called for her. I'm not re-living, merely reporting.



So imagine my relief and delight when she orchestrated the mostly soothing herbal and oil hooplah party on my body, cozily (not suffocatingly) enveloped me, after which which my head, face, neck and shoulders were massaged, pressure points (Marma, in this culture) attended to and serenity draped me while lazy flute music played.

Yeah, it was that good.

Westward Look is one of those "secrets" only the locals and local conventioneers seem to know about, because the la-de-dah tourists flock to some other name brand spas here in Tucson. So consider yourselves "locals" and when you come to this amazing part of the country, check out this spa and get ready for something completely different. And wonderful.

You deserve it, whatver transition you may be going through now, and later.

Come to think of it, everything in life is only for now.

Thank you, Avenue Q.