I never know what I am going to write until I sit down to do it. I have a love/hate relationship with this fact. I love the spontaneity. I love that there is always something in me whenever I stop to check. I guess the only thing there is to hate about it is, the things I try to take mental notes to write about never seem to come to fruition, and that's less hate-worthy, and more just confusing. But I guess it's a flow that I better just surrender to because I obviously have no other options.
I guess, a long bath is the same in a way, as is meditating, or spending time in nature. You're just not quite sure what's in you, until you give it a chance to come out. All the different directions in which your mind is spinning, might as well be a mystery, until you can slow yourself down enough physically to take the space to look at them. Baths satisfy this pretty well for me. Sitting somewhere warm and supported to just let it all roll out as it will.
This overwhelming need to hide and fulfill some norm in an industry, in life, inside, it's all nonsense, and really nothing compared to slowing down, and feeling, earnestly feeling, well, everything, and anything, and unapologetically at that. Taking a minute to soak in a bath, read a book, sit outside, and realize that everything that moves through is a part of you, being something beautiful like compassion, or love, or something with a bit more of a shadow like fear, rage, or judgement. It's all just stuff moving around being part of a bigger and more complicated experience, and all the parts make up the whole. There's really nothing wrong with that, it's not fragmented. It's complete.
Here's what you'll need:
- 2 cups of epson salt - I use one that eucalyptus scented
- 1/2 cup of avocado oil
- rose petals - dried work better, these are fresh and they'll lose their pigment if they sit in the salt for too long.
- Mix all ingredients together