You don’t need to have your vehicle slide down a cliff to realize you’re having a bad day. Hey, there’s worse things in life than almost losing your life, but this Norwegian could sure use a sauna.
You don’t need to have your vehicle slide down a cliff to realize you’re having a bad day. Hey, there’s worse things in life than almost losing your life, but this Norwegian could sure use a sauna.
But one’s disposition couldn’t be any more opposite.
Imagine how the work environment has evolved in just a generation or two:
Those familiar with Darren Stevens and Bewitched, are familiar with the advertising executive cocktail hour. The Martini Lunch. Wife cooking dutifully in the kitchen, and then pouring a welcome home drink when hearing the ’68 Buick rumble up the driveway. Then the one income booze culture gave way.
This culture sure bit us in the ass: busy professionals sneaking away from work to bang out a 40 minute sprint on the treadmill, then a quick stop to the grocery store for a roasted chicken all synchronized to be at Day Care by the 6 pm curfew so as not to be charged a late fee. Many people have seized up, over maxed their Zanex or credit card or both.
Those who saw this coming got off the train and have committed themselves to a holistic lifestyle, one where checking out, smelling roses, chilling out are all virtuous choices vs. hippy lethargy. Someone whacked the bees nest and people are flying around like crazy seeking their version of calm. Starbucks drive through isn’t it. A blow up air plane pillow isn’t it. Lavender soap isn’t it.
There’s a recent New Scientist article entitled “Saunas could heal your mood and your heart.“ The article explains that “neurons that release the ‘happiness molecule’ serotonin respond to increases in body temperature, perhaps explaining the sauna’s pleasurable effects.”
We sauna enthusiasts are easily amused.
There were no road signs or traffic rules 125 years ago. People got in their cars and just drove. That’s how sauna should be and certainly is if you own your own sauna. Yet as sauna becomes more popular in public places like hotels, health clubs and spas, for better or worse, people need rules, signs and instructions for sauna.
Chris at Saunascape provides a guide to sauna etiquette. These are public sauna tips: like sit on a towel, don’t spit on the rocks, and shower before entering sauna as “if you’ve been swimming, there is chlorine on your body that will volatilize in the sauna and can irritate everyone’s eyes and lungs who shares the sauna with you.”
All great tips.
However, with your own sauna you don’t need signs or a list of rules, it’s back to pioneer days. As my then 10 year old son noted in his school report: “There are no rules to the sauna except no yelling, keep away from the stove and most importantly DON’T leave the door open. So that’s the end of my project hope you learned a lot.”
No rules. Reason number 14 to get your own authentic Finnish sauna idling in your own backyard.
Many are familiar with Eckart Tolle’s book The Power of Now. Mason Jennings sure is.
Living in the moment, being present in the “now” is philosophy well suited for the sauna experience:
In the hot room:
And then the cool down:
But living in the now exclusively isn’t the answer. Whether we realize it or not, a sport gives us therapy and a mental a rush because it gets us in the forward thinking mode. Live in the now, but move forward:
Fall down? Let in a goal? Get tired? You brush yourself off and move on. Look ahead. What’s next, what can we do next? Who’se ready for another sauna round? Hey, who took my spot on the bench!?
Life gets better when we move forward.
A car has a bigger windshield than a rear view mirror. Where are you looking?
If you see a wood pile, can you walk over and identify the species? Are you in tune to how different wood burns? Folks with saunas and wood burning fireplaces in cold climates like Alaska, Minnesota, Canada are in tune. These folks have to be in tune. Proper BTU management is pretty critical. Burn crappy wood, be cold. Burn good wood, stay warm.
We were back to Buffalo, NY and I found myself at his health club a couple days after his funeral. I had been to the Aquatic & Fitness Center a few times before. My Dad loved the facility and especially the sauna. He’d tell me about his sauna sessions and how he enjoyed chatting with other folks during his sauna rounds.

Yea, it’s a health club sauna “Absolutely no spitting water or water on the sauna rocks at any time”. Yet after the few days I had, it sure felt nice to experience some sauna therapy, with or without Loyly. After round one, I slipped out the pool patio door for cool down. The day was blustery, 40 mph winds, and there had been snow flurries in the air. As I stood on the patio outside, I felt the stares of people sitting warmly in the hot tub inside as well as the ice cold wind chilling me down.
Round two started with a few others, but I soon found myself alone in the sauna. We all know that sauna is a spiritual experience, and though this may sound hokey, I started to hear my father’s voice within all this silence. I heard him clearly, right there within these same cedar walls:
“ah, this feels nice, but my son has a sauna on an island in Northern Minnesota. It’s wood burning and…..”He took great pride in my saunas.
I thought about him and I taking a sauna, how he’d be more of a “low bench Larry” and he’d screech like a child with any amount of cold water on his body. I tried to teach him about the “rubber band theory” of temperature extremes.
But he liked sauna well enough. And this was good enough for me.
It was a spiritual sauna that day. Alone, hearing his voice. Round three: instead of sitting quiet in the sauna, I turned to the guy sitting in the opposite corner, and what came out of my mouth was just what my Dad would ask: “So, think the Sabres can pull it off tonight?”
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