Inner hippy (outer pain)

With work being such a drag these days and realizing I needed a break from my semi-self destructive partying behavior and basically, a break from the foggy city, I decided to be spontaneous (or as much as I am able), and opted for an overnight hotspring trip to Orr in Ukiah. I've only been to a hotspring once, so it was nice to revisit the experience and find a new place. The weather was perfect and we had a sweet little private cottage/room and scheduled massages for the next day. It was very relaxing to unwind, play a game of chess, walk down the forest road, cook our own food, soak, steam and the such.

My massage was interesting. I've been trying to embrace my inner hippy (if she exists). At least I don't snicker when someone asks how I am doing spiritually and with my inner self. I explained that my outer neck could really use some treatment and that my goal was basically to reeelllaaaxxxx. I'm not sure of the style of massage the lady was trained in, but she seemed to be getting more of a spiritual/physical moment from it then me with the deep breathing, humming, etc. She massaged my inner organs a lot and held various body parts in mid air for bouts of time. I cringed a little when she worked the kidneys-I guess those babies have been feeling abused. I did leave feeling more of an even disbursement of my "inner energery" and a strong need to urinate. Regardless, I like more bodily kneading in a massage, but it was still nice.

The massage made me realize that in order to submerge myself in to the hippy vibe, I needed to shed the bikini and "go buck" as my friend put it. Being self conscious about being naked, when I was the only one with an actual suit on seemed illogical. So, I shed the bikini and embraced the hot sun like a gekko broiling on a rock. My reward was feeling a sense of total freedom, along with a really sunburned ass-but finding it well worth it in the "end" (so to speak).