Stereotype is a funny thing, not least of all when it comes to spas, but it is also something that has the capacity to be extremely dangerous. While the vast majority of people associate spas with time out and something enjoyable, the range of details of what one might do on a day or break seems to remain remarkably narrow. The association between spa and relaxation is engrained, but often the details remain elusive.
This morning I arrived back to London after a month away. I had been traveling for 48 hours straight. I was a little tired to say the least. I turned on my phone; it was like welcoming an old friend (an old friend that had been relegated to an occasional acquaintance for the last 4 weeks due to international roaming charges). A call came through almost immediately.
So is it possible that something so easy to trigger, which feels so great, really has no harmful side effects? Slight headaches, tiredness and nausea are listed as possible reactions but - aside from blissful sleepiness - I've yet to experience any of these. The only slight downside to ASMR is that it's a little addictive.
As an international woman of mystery, fruit buying and fashion, I have my fair share of passport stamps. So much so, I used to have a competition with a colleague, as to who could get all the spare pages of their passport filled the quickest. I think I won. I've done a lot of travelling in my time and it inspired my blog for today, A city for...
Meditation is one of my favourite things. For a long time I felt I were doing a necessary service. But now it has me in it's gentle grip and I cannot get enough! Meditation can be taken as a small soulful snack or if you love it, then it can be an everyday pursuit. Meditation is about striving to find a still tranquil point inside your own mind and soul.
With less than a month now til my last chemotherapy session I am getting frustratingly excited. So close but yet far enough. This past month I have had stronger days and each month I seem to keep getting a bit more able to deal with it. When I first started my chemo back in October 2011, I was on an intensive treatment plan which knocked me down for two months, I could hardly leave the house, ended up hospitalised and generally felt like I was dying.