THAILAND
Banyan Tree Phuket. Rain is bouncing off my private pool; I am ensconced in a
three bedroom villa at the Banyan Tree on the island of Phuket; I open
sliding doors and step down into the pool. At the end of my walled garden,
four steps lead up to a deck with a pagoda roof that overlooks a man made
lagoon; an oversized lounge bed, (called a bale), huge pots of fragrant
flowering plants, comfortable lounge chairs and a dining table decorate my
spiritual sanctuary; an outdoor fan cools the still air. The rainy season
is restless and anxious to unleash its fury. Last week’s typhoon,
accompanied by monsoon rains and gusty winds blew the sea into an
unfriendly angry frenzy; fortunately it cooled the air somewhat before my
arrival.
I begin my days
meditating with the staff to bring me into the moment, and to fade
invasive thoughts carried over from the day before; it is here I learn
to listen to my body, and not just my mind. (more)
The spa’s treatment rooms have names
like Zen, Yin and Yang. Dorinda Rose Berry, the Spa Director leads me
to the Yang suite; a pot with fragrant pink and white flowers sits on
the floor under the face hole in the massage table, a sweet smelling
visual touch I greatly appreciate.
A unique ritual precedes my morning
treatment; a box of crystals is brought to me. I am told to close my
eyes and pick one by touch; I choose an amethyst, the smallest of six. I
am then given a card to read that is rimmed in the color of the stone.
“Ranging in color from violet to deep purple, the amethyst enhances
spiritual awareness, meditation, balance, psychic abilities and inner
peace, healing positive transformation and relieves stress, brings
understanding of death and rebirth, unlocks spiritual mystical wisdom”.
I place the stone in a copper cup filled
with water; it will take on the properties of the stone, and at the end
of my ritual, I will be given the stone
infused water to drink.
Lai, a beautiful
young Thai girl lights a burner filled with Lang Lang oil; the smell is
light and relaxing. She peels a cucumber lengthwise and places it on a
plate, then massages my face with natural raw honey mixed with a little
warm water; next she places the cucumber strips from left to right on
my face and neck which she then covers my face washcloths she
has dipped in geranium water.
While the mask is
working its magic and oxygenating my skin, Lai massages my arms and
hands with bliss oil; after 15 minutes, she removes the cucumber slices,
uses warm towels to clean the honey from my face, then cold towels to
close my pores; skin care cream is gently stroked on my skin, and my
head is massaged to release any hidden tension or anxiety. When my
journey of bliss is over, Lai clangs a set of Thai bells three times:
the first to announce the conclusion of my three and a half hour ritual
. . . a second time to ward off any lingering negative spirits that may
have a less than positive influence on my aura . . . and the third
melodious clanging sends
me on my way “with happy thoughts for a beautiful day”.
Driving through the
countryside the next day, a sign by the road catches my eye: “Sauna and
Massage $5”. The Four Seasons Resort in Chiang Mai,
In Bangkok I travel across the river by launch to the Oriental Hotel’s
Spa.
Lila massages my head for ten minutes and then leaves me in a dark room to doze. She tells me it will take 20 minutes for the enzymes in the papaya to penetrate and soften my skin. In spite of the benefits I am told I can expect; it does feel slimy. When I am unwrapped, I am given a special shower gel to wash off the thick orange fruit. There is a remarkable difference in the softness and sheen my skin, and my attitude. Thailand is truly amazing, and I am thrilled to be here.