Celebration

I hold an ancient artifact, newly discovered.  Encased in years of doubt, anger, shame, fear.  I chip away at the hardened areas, every revelation a new reason to celebrate.  I brush away at the muddied, finer areas, frustrated in the tediousness, but letting the tears allow the goddess to glisten and glow.  For years she has been hidden away waiting to be found, and she is ready.  Ready to show her beauty and art and soul to the world around her.  Ready to celebrate.

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I usually take a bath before bed because it helps me relax and hopefully sleep better.  Plus I’m just not much of a morning person.  But this quiet morning I felt the urge to take a bath.  Baths are kind of a ritual for me.  I have the bath salts, essential oils, soaps, a soft sponge, whatever will turn it into the best experience.  Today I felt drawn to my Green Valley Spa Fairy Dust salts, “Celebrate” (orange) in particular.  And as the water ran in and I began to relax, the above thoughts came to me.   The words were much better then, but the image the same.  I have a difficult time meditating usually, but this was so clear to me, I was deeply touched and wanted to share.  Sometimes I love the silence of the morning, so rather than include a song or video, I’m just going to leave this post in stillness.  Thanks for reading.

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