The Spa and Salon at The Sagamore
It certainly could have been the warm, neutral tones of natural wood, paired with heady scents of aromatherapy, that first welcomed us into promised bliss at The Spa and Salon at The Sagamore. But, it was listening to the hushed, low-key voices of the spas’ personnel, leading us down the hall and into the waiting area, that brought a deep sense of calm and quiet. It settled in, tucking itself around us, like a favorite blanket.
I think it’s safe to say that no two people visit a spa for the same reason. Making healthy life changes, spending time working at the art of ‘relaxing,’ or letting a spa practitioner use their hands and soothing voices to work magic on our tired, aching muscles, are just a few of them.
By the time I actually make it to a spa, I’m a desperate woman. Stress in life has once again wound it’s way in and around my body, mind and spirit, exhausting me to the core. Scheduling a day at a sanctuary becomes essential, medicinal, and for me, emotional.
With a menu of so many indulgent treatments offered at this unique spa, it’s hard to choose. I actually ask them to point me in the right direction and we hone in on their Signature Custom Massage.
The room is softly lit with burning candles, while a melody of music in the background urges me to both move and stand still, at the same time. I languidly undress and lie down, smiling at the rustle of warm bed sheets as I pull them up towards my chin.
“ Our bodies communicate to us clearly and specifically, if we are willing to listen.” ~ Shakti Gawain ~
As far back as the ancient times, we can read about the healing powers of touch. Civilizations in the East and the West believed that massages could heal injuries, relieve aches and pains, as well as prevent, sometimes even cure illness. Today, massage therapy is a highly respected and often recommended holistic healing method, practiced all over the world.
My custom massage is full-body. Designed to help melt away tension and promote circulation through a blend of massage techniques, I allow myself to trust the expert. After a few pointed questions from my therapist, the room grows quiet. It does not matter if I stay awake or drift off into a deep sleep. My only job is to revel in the journey, settle into the experience ahead. Within moments, I’m gone.
It seems like I feel the touch of Mother Nature herself, kneading the bruises of physical, mental and emotional strain. It’s as if my day has been staged, that it’s only purpose was to transport me to a mode of full and utter relaxation. If this is true, she’s done her job. And then some.
I wake up slowly, finding it hard to come back to reality, I am so unwound. Alone in the room now, my mind feels crystal-clear and my body is stress-free. The massage artisan carefully tucked the blanket around my shoulders before leaving the area. I want to just stay here for the rest of my life. Yes, it was that good.
Massage has always been cathartic to me. I feel like this visit has caused an even deeper purging of sorts. All of a sudden, I can feel the tears come. I don’t try to stop them. They seem pulled from the soles of my feet, moving up through my gut. They make their way down my cheeks and chin. I’m a mess – in a good way. I sit on the side of the bed and have a heart-wrenching good and silent cry for a few minutes, before managing to pull myself together.
That’s how I can tell a luxurious, healing massage from a metsa-metsa massage. Today’s therapy worked on my body, my mind, and my spirit. I feel reconnected and whole again, like pieces of a puzzle put back together.
When I make my way to the Sauna and steam bath area, I’m smiling. I feel like a new person. I feel more like my old self. And I love that.