As soon as we settled into our first-floor suite, a whitewashed oasis of serenity complete with a gas fireplace, soaking tub, and private terrace, Michelle and I separated for the first treatments of our respective trips. Determined to rely on Mii Amo’s spiritual offerings (despite my Type A skepticism), I met my practitioner, Adrian, for a 60-minute Reiki session. We spent the first few minutes chatting in the comfortable treatment room. I shared my intentions for this trip. Healing from her mother’s death, reuniting with her sister, and finding a better balance as a working mother. As Adrian moved his hands over my limbs and channeled the energy, blockages and tension became apparent. Fighting back tears, I revealed what was weighing heavily on my heart. It was an overwhelming feeling of guilt for leaving my children behind to go on a work trip. The selfishness of transferring her care to her busy husband. I wondered how I could even be a successful mother when I still so longed for one of my own.
“What I’m asking is,” Adrian replied.am I enough?? ” I nodded in agreement. “The fact that you’re here and taking the time to work and focus proves that you are,” he said. “Try saying to yourself in your mind’s eye: I’m enough.”
When I closed my eyes, I felt my core become hollow. It seems like a farce, but I admitted.
Adrian encouraged again. At this moment, I’ve had enough.So I leaned into that discomfort and gave myself space for self-exploration and healing. Adrian cradled my head weightlessly in his palm and led me through a series of meditations. As I repeated the mantra in my mind, I felt an uplifting, occult feeling, a palpable release of guilt and self-doubt. After my treatment, I reunited with Michelle in his floor-to-ceiling glass relaxation lounge. She felt a deep sense of relaxation as she sat on a soft upholstered lounger and gazed out at towering red rocks, perfectly placed succulents, and a freestanding bird feeder that was briefly visited by hummingbirds.
Adrian gave me back the first part of myself.
Over the next two days, Michelle and I engaged in a variety of individual treatments and group sessions, including a tension-relieving neuromuscular massage, invigorating sunrise yoga, soul-stirring tarot cards, and palm reading. Downtime was at once leisurely (soaking in the outdoor hot tub), informative (chef’s garden tour), and adventurous (hiking the trail to a beautiful lookout point). It’s been replaced by working with the kids over lattes and lemon ricotta pancakes and thinking about her mother while eating prickly pear margaritas at the on-site Hummingbird Restaurant. . For me, my physical healing and spiritual growth increases with each treatment session. More debris was recovered.
On our final afternoon, Michelle and I concluded our trip with a connection ceremony. Spa described this as an opportunity to “let go, say goodbye, and welcome back to a time of transition.” Our practitioner, Kimbeth, guided us to his Crystal Grotto, a sacred space at the epicenter of Mii Amo. The circular room, with its dirt floor, domed ceiling, petrified wood water fixture, and illuminated crystals, had a womb-like feel. Michelle and I sat together and tearfully recounted the devastating events of her mother’s death. The hardships our family faced in her absence. The pain we feel when raising her own children without her support and her guidance. Ms. Kimbeth listened patiently, pausing to ask thoughtful questions and highlighting potential implications. She then instructed us to each choose a tarot card that might guide us through our transition from grief. My giraffe spirit was a sign to me to look at things from a higher perspective and not overlook details or connections that would help me better understand my situation. Michel, the porcupine spirit, instructed him to let go of “old, trapped stories that can no longer capture you” and approach the situation with childlike curiosity.
Kimbeth explained that it’s time to let go of things that don’t serve you, such as expectations, guilt, and despair, and understand the bigger picture. My mother’s death continues to strengthen our bond as sisters and teaches us to cherish the gift of motherhood. Kimbeth then led us into a guided meditation. wildflower field. wide oak tree. A white light floating towards you. As we left the Crystal Cave, Kimbeth encouraged us not to think that our mother was dead and to communicate with her more. Maybe you can even ask her to reveal herself in her final hours in this mysterious vortex. Give us “a billboard, not just a sign.”
