For me, having a bath has become so much more than having a soak. It’s got its own ritual attached to it... which changes depending on how I feel, and what I need.
It helps my mental health... giving me a place of solitude, somewhere I can shut myself away from the world and just breathe.
Add in the aroma of lavender, candles or bath oils. It’s a way to pamper myself, a luxurious extravagant affair. Whether it’s with a milk and epsom salt bath, or a number of face masks.
So I guess it shouldn’t be any surprise that I am drawn to dried lavender, crystals and the healing that it can bring.
The mood struck me to rain lavender into the bath, get my glorious chunk of rose quartz and just breathe in the magic of it all.
For a long time I shut off my curiosities and passions for crystals, feeling it’s too girly or silly. Now I lay in the bath, nearing 31 years old... realising it’s totally acceptable to want these things in my life. I find an affinity for these things, and if I truly listen and trust in myself I can see that my instinct strikes true.
What I gravitate to, and the actions I feel I should take, all gel with what I read and learn. I guess all these years I should have truly listened to my inner self.
I lay here, breathing deep, feeling the weight of the world wash away as the water glides over my body. The lavender invading the air around me, swirling around my body. My eyes closed, feeling free.
I want more times like this. I crave it. My tired soul needs it.
I allow self love, and self reflection. I allow the energy I have created to fill me with peace and love.
I guess the writing of this blog is a spell in itself. Allowing me to pull out my thoughts, for reflection and growth.
As I watch the water drain, I imagine my pain washing down with it. Leaving room for more smiles, more happiness. I mentally remind myself to allow more times like this.
