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The “Language of SPA” – It’s Poetic!

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Before I knew and experienced the world of travel and spas, I would immerse my passion, feelings, and thoughts into words. Pencil to paper,  I had a passion for poetry and have realized it’s been quite some time since I’ve tapped into my treasured gift .

The last few years, I’ve been on a mission, a journey to combine all my passion and purpose into my business, and live a healthy and fulfilling life doing what I love!    With all the stimuli the external world fills our minds with, it’s easy to loose yourself in the whirlwind of negativity, conditioning, and information that takes you away from your own sense of self.

My motto is it’s important to “take the time to take a time-out”, and through  my travels and spa experiences, SPA has become more than something to do or somewhere to go for relaxation.  SPA has afforded me a place, a community, a family, and an opportunity to connect more deeply with my mind, body, and soul.

With “The New Language of Spa” being this year’s theme for next week’s Washington Spa Alliance Symposium, I felt inspired, and wanted to share with you, through these words, what the Language of SPA means to me.

The Language of SPA

The language of SPA has no barrier
It’s as pure as essential oil without a carrier
It whispers through water in a thermal spring
And raises my vibration when the Tibetan bowl sings

As if the clouds heard my cry and came rushing to ease my pain
Vichy and aromatherapy drip down my back like summer rain
It’s calm in the chaos, an umbrella in a storm
It flows through your senses and becomes your lifestyle norm

Gender, race, and social status, the language of SPA rises above
Because the only thing that matters, is how it wraps you up in a blanket of love
It carries no age, and wears no face
The language of SPA transcends time and travels at its own energetic pace

The language of SPA reminds you to recognize and value your self-worth
As it reconnects you to the healing benefits naturally provided by the earth
It fills my breath like salt from a Himalayan cave
And caresses my fears like the tides from an ocean wave

But yet, the language of SPA, some fail to hear
Though the mind, body, spirit dialect sounds oh so clear
You may have misconceptions, and associate its history with luxury, indulgence, and wealth
But when properly translated, you’ll find roots in self-care, mindfulness, and better health

You can only understand it if you’re willing and able
It may come to you in the sauna, during meditation, or on the massage table
The language of SPA  is spoken around the globe
With a universal outfit..you know.. the spa robe

The language of SPA makes no promises, it’s no magical fountain of youth
Instead it opens up your mind and encourages you to seek your own truth
Delivering unique messages in the silence that only you can see
Your “Soul’s Purpose Aligned” is what the language of SPA says to me

The language of SPAHH, YES, you can speak it too
Just close your eyes, now listen….what does SPA say to YOU?

 By: India K. Robinson
 “Confessions of a Spa Bunny”
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Pen, Paper, Tablet: Finding My Creative Soul in a Digital World

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As I walked around the spa boutique, restocking on favorite products, looking for current sales, and eyeballing newly featured items, I stumbled upon a simple hardbound book.  There was nothing fancy about it, in fact the cover reminded me of a brown paper bag.  But an orange thought bubble graced the cover with the words “THE NEXT BIG THING.” floating inside of it.   Curious, I opened the cover only to find endless blank unruled pages on the inside.   One could imagine it to be a mystical book, like those in the fairy tales and movies where the book once contained pages of lost sacred text, secret memoirs, or magic spells that suddenly vanish or become invisible until the truth-seeker finds a way to decode the mysteries that lie within.  As I looked beyond the canvas of white, I noticed each right-sided page contained a vertical quote in the far right margin. I guessed it must be of some famous philosopher, artist, or great mind, to inspire or motivate you as you filled the pages with “the next big thing”.    I closed the cover back and assured myself I didn’t need a book of blank pages.  After all, with the latest and greatest technology that’s out there, and my own recent purchase of a hybrid laptop/tablet machine, I could just swype, type, touch, and digitize all my thoughts into this virtual notebook…. right?   With the right software and a digitizer pen, I could simulate pen to paper, have unlimited blank pages, an organized virtual notebook of thoughts, and immediate access to the internet for research, and social media for thought sharing, all at the same time….right?   

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I opened the book again, and instantly a wave of creative thoughts filled my mind on things I wanted to write on those pages.   Ideas that could never catch a virus, accidently get erased, or be the victim of a hacker or unwanted advertisements.  Blank pages that would always be there for me… faster than your fastest upload, data connection, or any other technical specification.   This book and these pages would stay fully charged indefinitely…using only the power emitting from my own being to remain alive.      

The book spoke to me, no it didn’t talk, it didn’t have to say a word, but my creative soul heard the inaudible whispers and understood perfectly.  Don’t get me wrong, I love technology as much as the next person. and actually consider myself fairly “tech-savvy”, but in less than 2 minutes, standing in a spa boutique, I reflected on the origins of all my poetry, unique ideas, aha-moments, reflections, goals, plans, and manifestations that have graced countless once blank pages throughout my lifetime.  My creative soul has shined on the back of napkins, colored post-it notes, inside spiral notebooks, or within the margins of recycled printer paper.  My creative soul speaks through the pen to the paper.  Like a foreign or alien language, incoherent and incomprehensible to one who gazes upon it, yet a crystal clear translation to the intended receiver.   It was my medium, my tool, my safe and unfailing place to serve as my landing pad before launching into a full-scale digital execution.   It needed me and I needed it.

I picked up the book, carefully tucked it under my arm as I repositioned the other products I was holding in my hand, and headed to the register.   My creative soul was ready for the NEXT BIG THING.

 

India K. Robinson