My first experience of healing day was about a week after my initial move to Ibiza, in 2011. It was a pretty nervy experience for me as I was running a workshop and I really felt like it was my big step into Ibiza. Four years on things have changed for us both (this year was just about topping up my zen levels) and the event has now grown into a two day consecutive event, held at the beautiful Atzaro. The venue was obviously stunning, but really it was the energy of the people that had not only created it, but attending it that was truly special.
The event offered workshops, talks, meditation, yoga and healing’s along with stalls promoting natural and creative projects from those linked with the Island…that’s a lot of hard graft to bring you two days of serenity! But they really did make it work, the day flowed perfectly and you could bounce between a therapeutic dance workshop, to learning how to discover your wonderful unique self or maybe just laze about under the orange trees. With signs beaming with positive statements such as ‘I AM PEACE’ and ‘WHAT YOU DO MAKES A DIFFERENCE’ you really couldn’t help but feel the love.
As this year was much more relaxed for me, I was determined to make the most of all the treats they had on offer. The therapies and healing’s are on a donation basis and there was the usual queue of people trying to remain smiley, whilst desperately hoping the person in front didn’t steal the last time slot! But the Universe was obviously on my side and success was mine, hooray! Before I knew it I was in a blissed out state, covered in crystals and Reiki energy at the talented hands of one of the volunteers.
The main hub of the event could be found at the musician’s stage, where a host of gifted artists (who had all volunteered their time) showed off their talents. Feeling a little too relaxed, I left before sunset but have been told by several people I missed the best opening party on the Island that night.
I did return the following day for a workshop ran by Kundalini teacher Trish Whelan. As always this was a very magical yoga session, only to be topped by a meditation accompanied by live musicians The Kamari Project. Even the glass windows offering others a perfect view as I waved my arms around like a loony didn’t deter me, I was draining every last drop of the good vibes on offer.
The night and event came to a close in the only way it could, holding hands in a circle with a strangers and hugging someone you’ve never met. By that point I’d left the awkwardness at the door, because it really is all about the love.
