A Perfect Day
Today was a wonderful day. For the first time since leaving Nanaimo, I feel like myself again.
I took off up to the rooftop first thing in the morning, with laptop, yoga DVD and mat, journal and pen. I had 20 minutes of yoga with Rodney Yee, and spent extra time in meditation. I wrote out my worries and plans for the day in my morning pages, and then, centred and grounded, headed back downstairs to get ready to go to La Grutta, The Grotto, with Dee. We met in the Jardin, where the Aztek dancers and drummers were so loud and colourful and powerful. It made me want to cry, I was overwhelmed by their beauty, and stamina.
The sound of drums followed us down the narrow, cobbled street to the bottom of the hill where we caught a bus (seven pesos) and rode the five miles out of San Miguel with the campesinos- radio blaring, no air-conditioning- in the direction of Dolores Hidalgo, and the driver let us off at the hot springs. It cost seventy peos to get in, and a fifty peso refundable deposit for a locker.
Then, heaven.
We settled in to a table on the lawn. There were hardly any other people there. After resting a bit we slipped onto the first pool- hot mineral water, in the bright sun. Felt like amniotic fluid. You can swim down a dark, narrow tunnel, into a large cave, the grotto, where a powerful stream of hot water pours down and pounds out anything you need pounded out. When you are done, you swim back down the tunnel and out into the sunshine, reborn. Then you can rest, lying on your lounge chairs and watch the birds bathing in a puddle, and drying their wings so gracefully in the sun.
It was a completely rejuvenating and healing day.
I took off up to the rooftop first thing in the morning, with laptop, yoga DVD and mat, journal and pen. I had 20 minutes of yoga with Rodney Yee, and spent extra time in meditation. I wrote out my worries and plans for the day in my morning pages, and then, centred and grounded, headed back downstairs to get ready to go to La Grutta, The Grotto, with Dee. We met in the Jardin, where the Aztek dancers and drummers were so loud and colourful and powerful. It made me want to cry, I was overwhelmed by their beauty, and stamina.
The sound of drums followed us down the narrow, cobbled street to the bottom of the hill where we caught a bus (seven pesos) and rode the five miles out of San Miguel with the campesinos- radio blaring, no air-conditioning- in the direction of Dolores Hidalgo, and the driver let us off at the hot springs. It cost seventy peos to get in, and a fifty peso refundable deposit for a locker.
Then, heaven.
We settled in to a table on the lawn. There were hardly any other people there. After resting a bit we slipped onto the first pool- hot mineral water, in the bright sun. Felt like amniotic fluid. You can swim down a dark, narrow tunnel, into a large cave, the grotto, where a powerful stream of hot water pours down and pounds out anything you need pounded out. When you are done, you swim back down the tunnel and out into the sunshine, reborn. Then you can rest, lying on your lounge chairs and watch the birds bathing in a puddle, and drying their wings so gracefully in the sun.
It was a completely rejuvenating and healing day.
posted by Jacquie Wareham Life Coach at 8:22 p.m.
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