The wet lush lands of the Pacific Northwest flow from mountain to valley and trickle and rush and rage and ride with water. As an adolescent I thought I would only be a writer if rain often poured out my window. I love this image of young me, the ultimate idealist. And, a realist, it turns out. I love this lush land!
The wildflowers flank the roads–fields of yarrow, balsam root, dandelion, chickweed, and as the morning dew dries and the sun glitters the papery petals of littered dandelion, or crisps the last bits of balsam root, I feel home here in this wild land.
Having just arrived home after a loop around Oregon and Washington (in the bus!), a calm settles over my home and I sense that I’ve come home in my body. I focused my intention last dark moon: I plant the seed of being in my body, fully present. Traveling in our bus opened my eyes to a new way of moving through our world. I brought my home with me and visited special places. With young children, this was invaluable. I love our bus! I love the simple nature of it.
Upon seeing the sea with the sand in my toes, my feet became buoyant and I flitted fast to the water. Cool and calm, the tide swam in. The sand squeaked under our feet, near-powder fine. As I left the ocean last year I convinced myself that–with an affinity for the forest and river–I didn’t need the tides and vast salty water. After visiting the northern pacific waters, I feel reborn! The sea speaks to me: Combing the shore as I comb my own heart for treasures; the ebb and flow of the tides rhythmical and methodical as my own expansion and contraction; the smooth rocks, smoothed with time, with intention, with synchronicity mirror my own depths of surrender.
A sensuous and lush bath for deep groundedness:
:: 9 drops lavender essential oil
:: 3 drops ylang ylang essential oil
:: 1 drop patchouli essential oil
:: 1 cup epsom salt
:: a tub of water as hot as you can stand it
This bath heals me every single time. Water nourishes me, cleanses me, heals me.
I love the small hint of the earthy patchouli, too. Once after dinner I went to start the bath and drew this lush grounded bath, upon returning to the table where Cody was just finishing his last few bites. I kept thinking I was eating bits of dirt, he laughed, until I realized it was you. Paired with the lavender and the ylang ylang, the patchouli sends my roots deep, and I emerge from this bath feeling light, open, connected. (Update: I typically don’t use essential oils because of how much plant matter needed for them, but every so often I am inspired for this bath and I indulge.)
On the reg, however, I choose herbal infusions like this one:
:: rose petals
strain and pour quart of infusion into bathwater. I’ll even use a cheesecloth or tea towel and capture the herbs and use them to exfoliate my skin as I wash.