Slowly yet urgently I shut the bathroom door.
My body knows the routine and I am naked in an instant.
I turn the water faucet to hot and my feet are in.
Ohhh, the anticipation of the hot water, is such sweet release.
As I ease my aching legs in down, I can feel the steam surrounding me, like a mother's warm embrace or a lovers arms wrapping me, enveloping me, like a cocoon. A safe intoxicating cocoon.
I turn the faucet even hotter, so the arteries in my legs start to rivit and pulse with life, jumping and vibrating with life as the blood starts to flow , no longer trapped and clogged, the blood flows , almost to fast, but I feel the life in my legs, and I want more. So I turn the faucet all the way to hot, knowing it won't last very long before the hot water runs cold and I have to shut it off.
The stress of the day seeps away and the water consumes me. My very being, consumed and I open myself to it like a newborn baby is to a mother's breast.
I submerge my body into the steaming hot water. Leaning all the way into it. My whole body tingles as the water covers me completely. Only my face is dry. My arms go up over my head as I close my eyes and let go of everything. The feeling is like no other. I hear the water as it ripples around me from my movement. The sinking sensation surrounds me as all the pain in my legs subsides and the stress of the day floats away.
My bathtub. My refuge. My healing place. My serenity. My spiritual side kicks in and most all of my problems are dealt with here. Not always in one sitting.
It is here, I can be brutely honest with myself. I don't have to hide, or be ashamed, or prove myself .
Not always are there answers. Not always do I have questions. Sometimes, I just am. I just shut out the world, shut off my head, and be. Just be. What a wonderful feeling it is to "Just Be". No expectations, no judgements, no rules, no anything. Just time to be me.
Time here has no time. Moments are moments cherished and needed to renew and rejuvenate my mind and soul. To wash away the ugly of the day, to come out better than when I went in.
As I sit upright, I turn the water back on, hot again, ummmm, and I squeeze the smell of the day I choose, maybe lavender, or shea butter or maybe cucumber melon, or midnight velvet, whatever I fancy at the time, I watch the liquid as it meets the water stream and bubbles galore! Every time the bubbles bring an instant smile and I can't help but to sway my legs apart and together, together and apart as I rush the bubbles to form all around me and so engrossed in the innocence of it all. To think a hot bubble bath can hold such power! The power to heal and overcome.
Tonight, there are no problems solved in my santuarary, no mystical apifanies. Just sheer pleasure and delight of just being me. Tomorrow is another day, I say as I stand and rinse all the bubbles away. I have had some truly memoriable moments of laughing, crying, singing, from gut wrenching sobs to spiritual healing, in the small space of my bathtub. So much of me has grown here, lost here, felt pain here, loved here, problem solved here, prayed here, begged for guidence here, forgiven here, found here....Here. In my bathtub. Ordinary white tub, simple and plain...is the most steadfast healing place that never rejects me or has stipulations or requires anything more from me except to turn on the water and enjoy. Stay awhile or a long while or even if just a quick few minutes...It's always inviting, water waiting for me to just turn on the faucet, and Let Me Be Me. Forever grateful for the simple luxury of my bathtub. Never again to be taken for granted. I will forever anticipate and appreciate the time I spend in my bathtub. Just being me. ❣️❣️👣🌊
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