the bath

i never quite understood the power of the bath until i met g. don't get me wrong, i was totally that kid who would strip naked and run through the house in pure ecstasy at the mere sound of a tub being filled. and the bubbles! you better believe there were bubbles.

but the bath as an adult? it never really crossed my mind.

i would drool over footed bathtubs, the classy ones that you imagine yourself soaking in with candles and a glass of wine. and the modern tubs, the ones that overlook the deep blue sea in some tropical oasis...how heavenly would that be?! i always believed that a soak in the tub after a long day would be the answer for any kind of stress/pain/menstrual cramp...BUT not for me. nope, i just run if i'm stressed. i eat chocolate if Mother Flow is in the house. i am NOT one of those bath people.

and then i moved in with g.

g is my model for relaxation. if he has a tight muscle, he soaks in the bath. if he has a tough day, he soaks in the bath. can't sleep? he's taking a bath. it's like a math equation. x + y = bath.

every now and then, he'll draw a bath for me, and EVERY single time, i can't believe how i'm not incorporating it into my life. my anxious-type a-wannabe-structured life. let's just say this all changed as of yesterday. caught in the middle of Mother Flow and some major changes at work, i had nowhere else to go but to the bath. running wouldn't cut it, and i already met my chocolate quota for the day. so i took g's lead and lit some candles, turned on my ipod, and soaked. soaked. soaked. (there may or may not have been wine included...)

damn, it was amazing. it was unbelievably healing. my mind relaxed as easily as my muscles, my lungs cleared with every inhale of steam. when i finally stepped out and dried myself, i felt renewed and somehow, restored. someone even asked me this morning at work if i got a facial because my skin was "glowing." geez, why didn't i do this earlier?

so to make this revelation-of-a-story short, i just want to thank g for his peace and his methods for finding it. i am no longer a bathtub-soaking dreamer. i am a bathtub-soaking doer.