It’s been a long time between baths and aren’t they just wonderful!
I just lay there letting my bones soak up the added magnesium, and listening to an audiobook for a while. Contemplated the line of green at my feet. Are bath related things green to make us think of the sea? The frangipani candle is in a green tin; there’s a pattern of light green and pink bows around the tiny china soap dish; green granules of lemongrass scented relaxation; and the mandarin shampoo comes in a dark green bottle.
I silence Wayne Dyer when I can’t hear him over the waterfall of warmth – refilling, reheating… Instead I start my nightly prayers right there. First I express so much gratitude to the Buddha for leaving a life of luxury to discover and teach the path. Gratitude and respect. And then, the actual prayers are private, specific prayers for my children, my mother, workmates, myself, and others that are on my mind at any given time – a fellow blogger and her son across the country; a softly spoken asylum seeker I know, whose outrageous legal costs amount to nothing short of paying the boat man if you ask me; and then all sentient beings…
Why is it that being immersed in still, warm liquid is so soothing? I start to think about Schapelle. I think she’s innocent. I didn’t always. Anyway it’s time she was allowed to heal. Her sister was interviewed tonight and spoke of Schapelle’s strength in surviving the last ten years, but also of how it’s changed her. Have we stopped to realise that the sister has been through a lot herself in that time? I heard maturity, intelligence, compassion and tiredness in that emotional voice – will that change the public’s perspective of her? For years we’ve heard her screaming at the media as she dashed in and out of the jail on what must have been often horrific visits. I found myself impressed by that sister tonight and I wish them both well.