Sponge Bath
I enjoyed this evening’s sponge bath more than usual. I lit a candle and put the blue enamel pitcher and basin on the old wood table. Next to these, Dr. Bronner’s peppermint soap, a blue wash cloth and, for after, a white towel. I washed slowly, listening to a podcast of Radiolab about the emerging neuroscience of embodiment— of proprioception and body-mind sequencing and Air Force pilots’ out-of-body experiences— all rather old news to me. Autumn’s cool evening has come. I had to heat water to keep this from being a chilly bathing. The radio drone, the wind outside, and the water splash were pleasant, soothing, normalizing for me while I methodically washed one part after another.





dear sister in bath
I will do the same now, water already in , smelling of pomgranate…candles, yes….just that it is not a beautiful meza in as yours- i imagine you being so close to mother earth, nature…enjoy
christina
Baths are beautiful wherever they are.
Oh Dunya,
I so love the way you describe the sponge bath. I hope to write as wonderfully some day. I am working on it. i will be glad when it doesn’t feel like work but becomes playful, spiritual and loving. Hope you have many more delightful sponge bathes on the Mesa.