Today I was reminded of a time not too long ago when I was desperate to change the negative energy around me, desperate for a reprieve from the overwhelming stresses I was dealing with. I was doing all I could to stay positive, keep my head up and all that, but it wasn’t making much of a difference.
That’s when I stumbled upon (okay, maybe searched and discovered) instructions for a healing bath. There were quite a few bath “recipes” to choose from, but some required ingredients I didn’t have and didn’t know where to acquire like Rue, Yarro leaves or Hyssop.
It came down to this. I wanted a spiritual bath that could perform wonders with a recipe that could be easily conjured up in my kitchen.
That’s when I found one that sounded easy enough. Parsley and honey combined. Stay in water for 6-8 minutes. Immerse myself five times. Promises of joy. I could do that.
And so I did. I woke up on a Saturday morning with no plans. I got my bath ready and read the directions again. I brought the instructions with me in the bathroom just in case I forgot what to do mid-bath.
I dunked. I repeated. I timed. I prayed that somehow something magical was happening. I felt I was almost done, but I checked over the directions once more.
That’s when I saw it. The caveat I had somehow missed. The ritual was clear. I was not to have a regular shower or wash my hair for at least 24 hours after the bath. Otherwise, the effect would wear off. Also, air drying was recommended. How had I not seen this? I guess I had been so consumed with not messing the bath up I hadn’t realized that the after part was just as important as the before part.
So there I stood. A different kind of desperate. Desperately wanting a proper shower—with soap. Desperately wanting to wash my hair—with shampoo. Air drying. With pieces of parsley stuck in my hair, in my belly button and who knows where else.
I felt the opposite of cleansed, yet somehow more refreshed than I had in a long while. And of course I could see the humor in it. I laughed harder than I had in months. Maybe that was the point.
I’m still laughing about it now as I think back on it, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. If I had to do it again, I would. I keep my stash of dried parsley flakes and honey in my kitchen just in case.
Thank you for the bath and laugh,