Doing Massage Again

I haven’t practiced massage therapy for a year and a half, mainly because of the arthritis in my hands.  But my sister in law hurt her back and could hardly get off the floor for about 6  weeks.  She was even on the way to surgery but made a narrow escape and is now in the process of finding a balance and living with herniated discs.  She may opt in for surgery later, but for now she is managing and healing.

Anyway, while she was horizontal and unable to move without excruciating pain, I was in her toolbox to help her manage and move toward getting pain free.  As I was working with her it felt so empowering to be back doing the work I love and I thought, “I could do this.”

So now I’m not doing 12 hours in a massage room in a day the way I was.  I’m doing a limited number of massages to spare my fingers.  But it feels great to be back doing what I love, helping people get out of pain,  and reconnecting with the people I miss.

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Let me know if you’ve been dying for a therapist and haven’t found anybody since we left Block Street!

Wendy

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Dogpatch USA Remembered

There’s a young man doing a documentary on Dogpatch USA, a family amusement and theme park from the 70s and 80s that was based on the L’il Abner comic strip by Al Capp.  My brother, Rob, and I decided to go to an open call for interviews of people who had worked, or been involved with Dogpatch, and while the kind of information the interviewer was looking for seemed somewhat different from what we had to contribute, it was super fun to relive that time with my brother.

When we first started working at Marble Falls in Dogpatch, I was 10 years old.  It was 1980.  My dad gave me a guitar and told me to learn how to play it.  It wasn’t long before we were playing gigs together as a family.  At the time we were living in Low Gap, in between Ponca and Jasper, about a mile behind the Low Gap church down a dirt road.  We used to ride the bus to school and it took us an hour and a half each way.  That was part of the reason that our parents decided to home school us.  Too much time on the bus.

Our family was back-to-the-landers.  We bought 20 acres of land and proceeded to build an 11 sided log cabin by hand, with stone floors.  We loved it there. We didn’t have electricity, running water, or telephones.  My mom cooked every meal on a wood cookstove.  She gardened on a one acre garden and canned all of our food for the year.  We went to the store once a month for necessities, and tried to get by with what we had.  I think at one time I remember my dad saying that we lived on 1200 dollars a year.

My dad used to tell stories about taking the county road grader a case of beer in trade for dynamite that would help us blast past the rocks in our soon to be well.  Newton County was a dry county, meaning that it was illegal to sell beer there, and for as long as I can remember, there were several bootleggers where my dad went to get beer when he wanted it.

My mom and dad were musicians so it was natural for them to give us instruments and for us all to play together.  Sort of natural.  My dad was the task master who mandated that we practice so that we could excel at our music.  My mom played the bass, my brother played the fiddle, my dad played guitar, and I played guitar and mandolin.  We played old bluegrass songs and country songs.

At some point when I was almost 12 we moved to Possum Trot in Osage (Carroll County).  It’s a place best remembered by Frank Stamps’ store which still stands there today.  Frank has since passed on, but when we lived there in the early 80s we would go to Frank’s store where he would be with his white hair, tending shop with his 5 white dogs following him around everywhere he went.  We sometimes got to buy huge sandwiches there that he would make with his big meat and cheese slicer.  There were shelves and shelves of general store items, some of them covered in dust because product didn’t always move as fast as it did in more populated areas.  And in the winter time the wood stove in the middle of the store was surrounded by benches of old men chewing tobacco, whittling sticks, and telling tall tales.  It was a beautiful time.

When we first started working at Dogpatch we had a Volkswagen bug that we would load up with a bass, two guitars, a mandolin, a fiddle, and all of the sound equipment necessary to produce our show.  There were 4 of us.  It was an exercise in, how many elephants can you fit in an VW.

We performed 6 shows a day.  Every hour on the half hour.  I wore a black and white polka dot cancan dress.  Did I mention it was a summer gig in Arkansas.  There was a lot of asphalt and it was HOT.  My brother’s costume was red as was my dad’s and my mom also wore black.  In between shows I would run around the park, in and out of the character dressing areas, roller coaster rides, and arcades.  I remember riding a ride was a giant cylinder.  You stood against the wall and the centrifugal force would propel you against the wall as you spun deliriously in a circle, eventually the floor fell out.  I think if I rode that ride now I would puke my guts up, but then it was great fun.

Dogpatch was Daisy Mae and L’il Abner, costumed characters, and the Schmoo, hillbilly talking, goats on the roofs, and bluegrass music.  It was teenagers with summer jobs in the most beautiful place on earth.  It was a water slide and Ms. Pac Man when I didn’t have enough money to play arcade games.  It was roller coasters and slow train rides, waterfalls and trout farm.  It was music contests and Bill Monroe.  It was hours at home at night practicing with my family.  My brother with his self conscious slicked back hair and lack of a sense of humor.  My dad with his constant hope of hitting it big.  My mom working her butt off growing the food, cooking the food, canning the food, fixing everything, and at the end of the day singing and playing music.  Supporting.  Dogpatch was my first job.  I was 12.  I was a musician.  It was a different kind of existence.

My earnings at Dogpatch paid for my homeschooling books from Calvert.  It paid for my first braces on my very crooked teeth.  It was a sweet time.

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Levi–My First Son, Before Your Wedding

You are a person who gave me a purpose in life.  You focused my energy and helped me stop taking life for granted.  You gave me something to live for that was bigger than myself.  I didn’t know what it meant to truly value myself until I had you.

Levi and Sean have a sink bath

You are a person who has taught me the patience of saints, pain such as I’d never experienced before, responsibility, and humility.  So much humility.

You taught me that most holes in the wall can be patched.

You are a person who has taught me that raising children (and life in general) is an exercise in letting go.  Letting go of ideals, opinions, attitudes, expectations, attachment. Control is an illusion.

You are a person who has given me such a deeper understanding of profound love, such  as can only be experienced by a mother with her child.  You have brought me so many tears and sorrow, joy and wonder, and oh my god the laughter.

Qualities that will continue to be teachers for you are pride, desire, competitiveness, emotion, and a sense of certainty.

Qualities that you now possess as a blessing to others are your sense of humor, loyalty, love,  playfulness, thoughtfulness, seeking, support, sense of community, and faith.

You are a beautiful human and I am happy to know you, proud of the man you have become, and I have so much gratitude for you as an honored teacher in my life.

 

 

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20 Years Later, Diaries, Letters, Homesteading

We bought this house 20 years ago. When we moved in I stuffed a box of things from my old life in the attic and just pulled it down today. This box has stuff in it from 34 years ago.  So much fun!!! Diaries from when I lived on a farm and collected eggs from the chickens, milked the cow, played music, and wrote letters.  This particular segment of time is from when our family left the 11 sided log cabin we had built in Low Gap, Newton County and moved to a more developed farm with pastures and fences, old barns, a well, fruit trees, and a creek nearby.  I loved the place, and it wasn’t until 30 years later that I made the realization that it was a shack.  It didn’t feel like that to me.  My dad used to joke that I could freeze a pan of water in my room over night.  That may have been true, but it was my room, and my canopy bed from when my dad had a computer job and my mom made a point of buying me a completely new set of bedroom furniture.  I loved it.

January 1, 1982
Dear Diary,
My bird died last night.

January 5, 1982
Dear Diary,
Today we went to Harrison for the first time in 3 months. We had a bundle of fun.
Bye

This may seem insignificant to random people reading it. But when I say we went to Harrison for the first time in 3 months that means it was a big deal. We lived in the woods and rarely got out. Harrison was the closest town where we could get supplies. We didn’t really see a ton of people out there.

January 12, 1982
It was the first snow of the winter today.

January 19, 1982
We moved in today

January 25, 1982
We went to Jasper, Harrison, and Alpena. I got some new shoes. Jumped 2 1/2 sizes.

January 28, 1982
I ran 3 fingers through the ringer. Dad and Ned put up a fence.

The ringer is an outdoor washing machine with a “ringer” to ring out the clothes.  It was my job to wash clothes with this machine.  The hazards of this machine were that if you weren’t careful putting clothes through the ringer you could mash the ever loving bejeezus out of your hands.  Another hazard of this machine was that there must have been some electrical wire exposed or something because I distinctively remember getting shocked with the damn thing. 

Sometimes I took the laundry in a wheelbarrow down to the creek and washed it.  I remember losing a pillow case that way.

January 29, 1982
It has been a month since mom stopped smoking.

January 30, 1982
It snowed about 6 or 7 inches. Soon I shall get enough cash to buy a bird. It will survive.

January 31, 1982 (Sunday)
There’s not much to say. Bye.

February 1, 1982
I’m building igloo. Mom’s in a bad mood.

February 4, 1982
We ate at Pamela’s and Ned’s.  Made paper dolls with Meg.

Ned and Pamela Whitlock sold us our farm.  They had apple orchards up on the mountain from us.  I remember talk about his dad getting wealthy from oil.  I hear that Ned is in Hawaii now, still farming.

February 5, 1982
We got a cow.

February 6, 1982
I’m almost done with my rug. I started it again today.

I learned how to crochet about this time.  This particular rug referenced here was a very colorful single crochet stitch.

February 7, 1982
Saw a Bald Eagle.  Cardinals come to the bird feeder now.  Got a pulley with a well.  Bye

My main job was to haul water from the well.  The pulley helped lower the bucket down.  Pretty nifty.  We didn’t have running water at the time.

February 13, 1982
Mom went visiting with Pam.  Hard day for me.  She doesn’t realize that I had to wear shorts today.

Not sure what that is about.

February 14, 1982
Made a cake.  Spring!!

February 18, 1982
Miserable.  Tooth pulled.

February 20,
Went to Low Gap.  Saw Phillips, Ray Rylee, Mariere,  Ruth.  Jack spent the night.  Saw Superman and Airplane.

February 21, 1982
Carrolle and Barb came and got Jackie.

February 22, 1982
Got our dog Sally today.

February 24, 1982
Pam and Shelly came today.  Rob chopped his thumb.

Rob’s (my brother’s) main chore was chopping wood.  He used to love seeing how close he could come to his thumb on the top of the log he was chopping.  I distinctively remember him doing this.  Goob.

There was a lot going on around this move to Possum Trot, Osage in Carroll County.  We were getting settled in there.  So glad to reconnect with this.  Can’t wait to see what else is in this box.

 

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Self Employment Versus Job Job

My life has changed dramatically.

Last year this time I still had a business in downtown Fayetteville, I was in school full time, I worked part time as a student nurse, and my husband and I were working together to get through school–our 4 kids in the mix.  Now I have a Job Job.

This year is very different.  I released myself from 10 years of business ownership, I graduated nursing school, I only have one job now-that of a nurse, and we’re getting a divorce.  The kids are doing great.  They amaze me every day.  I had no idea a year and a half ago even that I would be living this life in this way.  Life on the planet is an adventure.

It’s remarkable to me, having come from a position of decision maker where people sought me out for solutions, to being part of a ‘cog in the wheel’ job job, that the thought processes are completely different.  Perspective is everything.

As a self employed or self motivated person, I am the sole motivation behind what I do.  Nobody is making me punch a clock or fill out miles of documentation to prove that I am doing the job for which I was hired.  I choose to be here.  I choose to work hard.  I love what I do.  I take pride in my efforts.   I am not a victim to any perpetrators within my working scope of practice.  I take responsibility for my work success.

Don’t Succumb to the Allure of Victim Language

As an employed person, I find myself surrounded by language of ‘us and them.’ Victim to the system.  “They are doing this, they are doing that, surely they don’t expect us to…, can you believe they did that?”

Rampage of Gratitude!

I want to stay grounded in my optimism, love of people, and gratitude.   I don’t want to be a victim.  I want to be somebody who is choosing every day to be happy to go to work, to do the best I can with the time that I am given for the people I am responsible for helping.  I am grateful for the people I work with.  They are kind, loving, and helpful.  I have had the best mentors and preceptors, and I am so glad for my experiences with them.  They have taught me so much.  I am grateful to work in a place that values its employees financially and beneficially.  I am grateful to work in a place that has the closest thing to patient centered care that I have seen in organized ‘traditional’ medicine.  And I hope to continue finding successful medical models that embody patient centered care in a way that can be emulated.

I may have a job job now, but I hope to continue to find ways to fuel my creativity as I redefine myself in this period of time.  So much has changed for me, my job, my connection to my community, my connection to a partner.  Uranus has had fun redefining my life this year.  It will be so fun to see how this next chapter unfolds.

I still value health, clean burning food, family, yoga, running, meditation, alternative therapies, and community.  It will be interesting to see how this new clean slate that I’m working with will manifest itself, and what direction all this new energy will take.  I hope that I am able to maintain my sense of responsibility for my position in life.  I’m pretty sure I’ve put myself here and there is nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment.  The sky is the limit.  At the same time, there is a certain amount of fear involved, similar to when, as an artist I am faced with a blank page committing to those first defining strokes

Hiking New Territory
Hiking New Territory, what I can do when I am not at the Job Job.  One of the cool features of Job Jobs is Time Off.  This is a previously undiscovered possibility in my last 10 years of self employment.

 

 

“There’s a million things to be, you know that there are,” keeps running through my head these days.  Thank you Cat Stevens.   May the continual background conversations of victimhood fall unheeded around my feet at the job job, and let the first strokes of color fall on the blank page of my life.

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, an entrepreneur, a Registered Nurse, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a writer, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist and educator of 22 plus years, and a gardener.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health. 

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Kick some Cancer Booty!

Gulley Park Trail
Gulley Park Trail

Last night I went for a run at Gulley Park.  I used to run there regularly, so it’s like visiting an old friend when, like yesterday, I got to run it after so long being away.

Running is like church.  When I’m running I feel like I could fly, and sometimes I do run with my arms raised like a bird.  Yes, I’m that crazy lady on the trail, but I don’t care because it feels so damn good.  There is so much joy and gratitude in being able to run outside in January here in Arkansas.  Our weather is so erratic in the winter that it will be 60 and sunny one day and 20 degrees the next.  So we grab the good days when we can and fly with them.  It feels amazing and I’m so grateful to be able to run, grateful that my body has allowed me at this point in my life to be able to feel that joy.  The exhileration is priceless.  Immeasurable.  Beautiful.

I was listening to the John Butler Trio radio station on Spotify.  Let me just take a detour and say that Craig has been telling me about the John Butler Trio for years.  We will be listening to them and every time I ask him, “Who is that?  I really like them.”  And he patiently answers, “The John Butler Trio.  You ask me that every time.”  I finally got the message and played them voluntarily on my own for the first time yesterday.  As I listened to the John Butler Trio and ran up the hill next to the pine trees with all the young lovers giggling in their double hammocks together, breathing the cool air deep into my lungs for that sweet burning sensation that I love, and that feeling of my body burning with effort, I thought about my friend Eileen who just started her first rounds of chemo on Friday.  She runs too.  But she can’t right now because she needs to take a break and let her body kick some serious cancer booty.

I know she is in good hands.  She has a great team of nurses helping her, a great doctor, and an amazing and supportive husband and beautiful family, not to mention a supportive community.

In my joyful, exhilerating, and grateful run I am intentionally lifting Eileen up to a space where she can tap into that joy and exhileration and heal her body.  This is church.  And yes, if you see me lifting my arms like a bird when I’m running you might think I’m crazy, but I don’t care because in my own way I’m lifting Eileen up so that she can soar.   And no, Episcopaleans aren’t known for lifting up their hands during a service, but I think they’d appreciate the sentiment of surrender, acceptance, and grace.  We are gratefully and joyously receiving the blessing that is this life, this breath, this moment.

She’ll be done with chemo in July and hopefully back running again soon.  In the meantime I hope to be able to keep lifting her up in my practice till she can get back on the trail and do it herself.

With gratitude

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, entrepreneur, student nurse tech at a local hospital, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 22 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health. 

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Make That Phone Call…479-251-7422

It’s been a whirlwind shutting down the spa.  So many people dropped by while we were getting rid of things, moving things, and cleaning up.  It has been wonderful to connect with you all one last time at the spa, and heartwarming to see all the people reaching out to connect and share how much they loved coming to I.M. Spa.

I have always felt grateful for my ability to connect with people at the spa.  Grateful that people allowed me the honor of connecting with them on that level.  There is no other job on the planet where you can give another human your undivided attention for a whole hour in that way, providing a supportive environment on the table for release and healing.  A special thank you to all the people who intentionally did business with us consistently and unwaveringly throughout the years.  You know who you are.  We would not have been able to have such a stable business for 10 years without your support.  So much gratitude!! Thank you for being such an important part of my life.

I have so many things I want to do now.  You can follow me on my new adventures by putting your email address in the ‘subscribe’ box on the upper right hand corner of this blog.

So, if you have not already heard, Fiddlehead Fern Therapeutics is taking over our client load.  Many of you will remember Jesse Lynn from the earlier days of I.M. Spa.  She did the first mobile spa party for 10 women with me 10 years ago.  OMG that was sooo much work preparing for that, making sure that we had everything we needed to pull that off seemlessly.  Both of us were nursing babies at the time, her son Rubin and my fourth son Ben.  I know she and her colleagues at the Fern will take good care of you.  All you have to do to make an appointment is call our phone number 479-251-7422.

Linay Walker was new to our staff this year.  She gave an amazing and therapeutic massage and had quite a following.  She can be found at  Santos Chiropractic where they offer a $50 one hour massage and an $80 hour and a half massage:

Santos Chiropractic (479-464-4413)
1706 SE Walton Blvd., Suite 6
Bentonville, AR 72712

 

Lisa Fogel has been our acupuncturist for years and years.  I love her.  I especially love how she is just as nerdy about acupuncture as I am about health and massage.  She is always sharing articles with me of research on the effectiveness of acupuncture.  So great. Her new office is:  479-435-3901

 Fayetteville Acupuncture

2013 Green Acres Road, Suite D,

Fayetteville, AR 72703 (Gray Building behind Enve Salon)

Nora has worked with me for almost 10 years and she is in the same boat as me physically.  She has decided to retire from massage therapy because of pain related to practice.  She has touched so many people and will be greatly missed.  I love getting massages from Nora.  Trading days were good days, though there were not as many as their should have been.

The Breast Center scooped up our fabulous Natalie.  You will probably see her when you go for your biannual breast mashing.  She will be helping women dealing with breast cancer which is a huge thing.  We’re really fortunate to have such good people on that mission over at the Breast Center.

Thank you for your patience with this transition.  The community has been overwhelmingly positive and supportive, and always I feel so fortunate to live with all of you here in Fayetteville.  We really have a great community y’all.

Love, love, love,

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, student nurse tech at a local hospital, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 22 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health. 

 

 

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The New Normal

We have startling news for everybody about I.M. Spa.

In July I was playing catch with my son Ben in the city pool with a waterlogged ball and it jammed my finger.  The thing never healed and in November I went to get it X-rayed because it seemed ridiculous that it wouldn’t have healed in that amount of time.  VA health care is amazing.  They X-rayed my finger in all possible directions and called me in November with the verdict.  Arthritis.

At first I was like hm.  That sucks.  And I went back to work thinking nothing more of it.

In the next couple of weeks I noticed that all my fingers ached.  They felt like the had gum or taffy around the joints, my hands ached when I did massages, and I was having pain with everyday use.  Playing volleyball with my boys jarred my fingers, Whenever Craig would squeeze my hands, a loving gesture, it surprised us both when I yelped in pain.  Opening jars in the kitchen was a challenge.

It took me a while to comprehend what having arthritis in my fingers meant to me in the grand scheme of things.  I have discovered that it means I can no longer practice massage therapy. Yes, my doctor had to tell me this before I got the hint, especially since doing massage for 22 years caused the problem to begin with.

This is the new normal.

So, I.M. Spa had just started renovating the new space for expansion.  We were adding a yoga studio and an extra treatment room, as well as building in plans to expand and include a smoothie bar when my life wasn’t so complicated with nursing school.  We had just bought $350 worth of body wax and thousands in Eminence products.

Towards the end of December it was clear that there was no other decision to make.  We had to close I.M. Spa.

What does this mean to you if you are a client?  We are in the process of negotiating a new home for our clients.  You don’t need to worry about using your gift certificates.  There will be a place for you to go, but because this happened so fast we are still navigating that territory.  When we get it sorted out (within the next couple of weeks) we will give you detailed instructions.  You should be able to simply call the same number and book an appointment in the new location.

If you currently have an appointment you will be rescheduled.  It’s going to be okay.  We anticipate having a ton of phone calls in reaction to this information.  I would encourage you to wait a couple weeks to call  (Mid-January) while we find a home for you.  If you feel like you can’t wait, then please leave a detailed message when you do call.

I feel very fortunate for being able to touch people the way we have been able to with I.M. Spa.  I have worked on this business for 10 years and it has been amazing.  Our clients are fabulous, a wonderful network of extended family that I will miss immensely.

Building this business has taught me so much.  I have learned that I have tremendous stamina and drive (enough to crush the cartilege in between my finger joints :).  I have learned to do accounting, marketing, managing, human resources, retail (not the favorite), and conflict resolution.  I have learned how tremendously difficult it is to be a small business owner and I love our community of small business owners in downtown Fayetteville.  They exist because you consciously choose to support them.  I have learned that I love helping people, and no matter where I end up, I know that that is what I want to do.

If you know anybody who needs an awesome, organized, reliable, loyal, good tempered problem solver let us know, because sweet Natalie needs a job now.  She definitely gets stuff done!  Don’t have them contact me unless they plan to pay her well and take good care of her because she deserves it.

Thank you for supporting I.M. Spa for the past 10 years.  And keep an eye out for our next newsletter!!

Love, love, love,  and Happy New Year!!                                                                                                                                                         Wendy

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, student nurse tech at a local hospital, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 22 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health. 

 

 

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Gratitude and Abundance!

It has been almost 2 years since my husband Craig and I both decided to go to nursing school full time.  At the time I didn’t think there was any way possible for me to continue with I.M. Spa and be in school full time, and I am grateful every day for the opportunity to keep walking into our space and connecting with our community through health and massage.  I’m grateful to our staff because they truly are the ones who have made it happen.

 

We’re also grateful to you. Without you choosing to get massage, facials, acupuncture, and waxing at I.M. Spa we would not be here. Thank you for choosing I.M. Spa for your bodywork needs.  I’m so honored every time I walk into a treatment room that I get to share that space with this community.

 

I am busier than I have ever been at this point in my life. I work with I.M. Spa, I go to nursing school full time, I have a part time job at the VA as a student nurse tech to get experience, and I have 3 of my 4 kids at home doing everything they do.  Thank goodness we have such an amazing community helping us out. Friends helping pick up our kids from school when we’re in class, friends helping kids get where they need to go, community everywhere supporting us all along the way.  You know who you are :). Fayetteville is an amazing place and I can’t imagine making it through without this beautiful combination of people in our community.  We’re so grateful.

 

I’m really looking forward to getting done with nursing school in May of 2016!  What a relief that will be!  We’ll have to have a party!

 

There are some exciting changes in the works for I.M. Spa.  We are moving to Evelyn Hills (next to Ozark Natural Foods, Uncle Sam’s, Cardamom & Curry, Treasures from Africa, and Handmade) and expanding to include a yoga studio. Downtown has been good to us. We are looking forward to more great neighbors, great parking, a place for you to drop off your kids while you get a facial or do a yoga class (Arkadia), and continuing doing what we do best.

We’ll keep you posted as the transition happens. We’ll be on Block Street till the beginning of January. And then we’ll have a big party in the new space!!  In August we will have been on Block Street for 6 years! Hard to believe.  It has been a sweet time.
Thank you for continuing to support I.M. Spa!  We look forward to serving you. It’s a favorite.
Love, love, love,
Wendy Finn
Schedule a massage, facial, acupuncture, or wax appointment at I.M. Spa:  479-251-7422
Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, student nurse tech at the VA hospital, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.  Schedule an appointment for a massage  479-251-7422
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Father’s Day Foot Massages

It’s that time of year again.  Time to honor our father’s for their contributions to our lives.  Whether it’s with time fishing or a hiking date, time in the spa for a foot massage date with your dad, I hope you are able to connect with your dad this Father’s Day, the 21st of June (which also happens to be the Summer Solstice).

My dad has passed, but he was a troubador, traveling all over the states, playing music, sleeping at friends houses and in a camper on his truck on the way.  I wouldn’t hear from him for months sometimes and then one of my friends would have what we called an “Ed sighting.”  Somebody had seen him at a festival or some town along the way, Luckenbach, Kerrville, Mexico, Cody, or somewhere in New Mexico or Arizona and they always went out of their way to tell us about it.  It was a pretty good system.

I was at the bank last week and ran into an old friend, Josh, who has a deep appreciation for my dad.  I hadn’t seen Josh in a few years.  We hugged and he started to tell me a story about coming home one day to a hand written card attached to a CD of my dad’s music.  The card said, “a wind blew through while you were gone.”  It was a reference to a song that my dad had gotten some recognition for called, “A Wind Blows Through West Texas.”  It was the first “Ed Sighting” we have had for a while.  My dad was a character.  A charismatic performer and story teller.  I’m so glad when people remember him to me.

Do you have a good memory of your dad to share?

Call to make a foot massage appointment with the Dad in your life: 479-251-7422

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.  Schedule an appointment for a massage  479-251-7422

 

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