Diary entry from the ES RACÓ D’ARTÀ in Mallorca
Bathed in the stillness of the morning, I took a conscious walk from the sublime Es Racó d’Artà up Puig des Racó. The cool autumn air, the scent of pine trees mixed with the distant salty hint of the sea and the rustle of leaves under my feet were my constant companions. The stony path required my full attention. I felt my breath, quiet and even, and my steps adapted to the gentle rhythm..
Having arrived at the top, I was rewarded with a view that caused me to pause. The sweeping landscape of Mallorca lay in front of me like a painting, awash with autumn colours. On the horizon was the distant sea. Here, at this point, I sat down to meditate for a short while. The silence was deep and soothing, only broken occasionally by the soft rustle of the leaves in the wind. The sun gently warmed my face while I soaked up the tranquillity. The descent felt like a new beginning.
Back at Es Racó, I enjoyed a small, reviving meal before making my way to an intuitive painting session, where I let the pen glide effortlessly over the paper. Every application of colour became a quiet reflection of my inner landscape, which found its way onto the canvas in the silence. I was inclined towards the muted tones of autumn – terracotta, golden yellow and chestnut brown. How did it look in the end? That’s not important. How did it look to me? Beautiful.
Creatively recharged and liberated, there’s still the Es Racó Spa to close out the day. Doing nothing and feeling everything. This is how you could describe the spa experience. It’s unbelievable how spaces can exude tranquillity: the stone walls, white and beige tones, plants – is this heaven? It felt like being above
the clouds, as if I’d been immersed in water and then received a Watsu massage, Zen Shiatsu-inspired body work: weightless and free.
What a wonderful idea it was to spend time here during the magical Mallorcan autumn, to bathe in the soft, warm colours, to enjoy the gentle breeze and to be inspired by the season to let go of what no longer serves me and succumb to the magic of transformation.
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