When the dolphins cease to hang out in the river next to me, when Fall settles in and the temperatures drop and the days get shorter, when my body lets me know that the sap is going down into my roots and I need to adapt, that is when I feel the call of the long soak. I fill the tub, light all the candles around the rim and submerge myself in the golden reflections of this watery womb. In this place, I am able to stop time. I am free to think anything, feel anything, remember anything. Here I just float free and be very very present. The moment I am in is king and the center of all I have ever experienced or ever will experience. Whatever the moment serves up in my body/mind/spirit is what the soak is about. The best part is I never know what the gift of the bath will be but always, when I step out of the tub, I am renewed. Unfailingly.
I would be remiss if I did not give credit to the power of epsom salts in the bath water to clear the aura of all the psychic detritus of the day but even more to the point is the way that, in taking such a long contemplative soak, I free myself from the tyranny of linear time. I don't think there is a woman alive that does not understand this statement. We know a good thing when we sink into it!
I would be remiss if I did not give credit to the power of epsom salts in the bath water to clear the aura of all the psychic detritus of the day but even more to the point is the way that, in taking such a long contemplative soak, I free myself from the tyranny of linear time. I don't think there is a woman alive that does not understand this statement. We know a good thing when we sink into it!
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