by Tammy Parker
31. August 2011 12:43
This week I was necessarily drawn to my bath time. After sitting through a trial in criminal court (day job disclaimer) with few breaks for stretching, my legs were two pain-filled limbs. When I walked into my door, the soreness and fatique brought tears to my eyes. The usual elevating and exercise only left me frustrated with no relief.
Ding Dong. Good evening. I remembered my bathtub. Massage therapist in a drum! I filled it with water as hot as I could stand with a mixture of eucalyptus, peppermint and some good old Epsom salts and a few other detoxing gems. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ahhhhh. Always takes a minute to get used to the water. Then I'm able to lie back, weightless as I'm being held by the warm hands of the water.
That moment of respite from the gravity of the day dissolved the unrelenting tension.
The most pleasant side effect was: My anxiety floated away. Remember your faucet. Remember to turn it on and fill your bath as a gift to yourself to enhance your life in this body. Lighten up when your are being held.
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