I am not 40. No, really. My driver’s
license may proclaim today to be my 40th birthday, but my skin and toes
say otherwise. Because today, Laurel and I celebrated the beginning of
the second half of our lives at Copperfalls Aveda Spa in Castle Rock.
And not only am I big bowl of mush, I am absolutely glowing.
I’m a regular massage-getter and card-carrying member of Massage
Envy. Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of deep tissue work, which feels
more like punishment than pleasure most days. Today, I got a lovely
aromatherapy Swedish massage from Tony, complete with candlelight and
eucalyptus oil to calm down my “fire” disposition. Ooh, and after he
rubbed my feet for about 10 minutes, he wrapped them in warm, moist
towels. Oh. My. God.
Lunch followed, during which I wolfed down a tiny quiche and salad,
then half of Laurel’s oversized spinach salad. Yum. I was too blissed
out to understand that during my facial–cool mud-like stuff painted on
my face, neck and upper chest, then wiped with warm towels–we were
under yet another tornado alert. I snoozed to the sound of pouring rain
upon the roof while my aesthetician gave me an endless arm massage with
hot stones, then rubbed my scalp with scented oil.
I drank copious amounts of Aveda tea–which starts off stark on the
tongue and morphs into a silky sweetness that the proprietor said was
sweet fennel. Finally, Laurel and I sat in a sunny room together and
got pedicures. My toes are now a lovely irridescent turquoise color. I
caught up on the latest gossip about Jon & Kate, and Halle Berry’s
new short hair, and Jennifer Hudson’s alleged pregnancy. Good times.
Because the spa is under construction–an understatement, as my
massage room was constructed of plastic and fabric walls with velcro
closures–we got a discount. We also walked away with the holy grail of
spa experiences: Samples!!
Afterward, all gooey and blissed out with Kleenex stuck between our
toes to keep the polish safe, we stopped for coffee and pastry at the
shop that supplied our lunches, then drove (with the top down on her
Miata) to our favorite metaphysical bookstore. There, we both indulged
in a clairvoyant reading with a woman whose energy was so strong it
literally felt like she was plugging into me. We talked about the theme
for the next year of my life (letting go of the warrior energy that has
served me so well and entering a time of receiving).
Laurel drove me home, and we talked about our readings over the wind
that swirled our hair. We took a self-portrait sitting on the hood of
her car. We exchanged gifts–I got her a turtle necklace (her animal
totem) from Santa Fe, and she gave me an adorable turquoise purse and a
bunch of little things inside–and said goodbye. She’s one of the few
people I can hang out with for 8 hours and be ready for more. We know
each other so well, we’re almost two halves of the same sea shell. It’s
difficult to make friends as a grown-up, and I am so blessed to have
her … and what I hope will be a longstanding birthday tradition.
Now, I’m going to cook Steve and I a steak, open a bottle of wine,
and cuddle with my honey. It’s been a blissful day. Just what I needed
to kick off the 4th decade.
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