Shower, Pray, Love
Fri, 24 August 2012 12:30PM
Last night, I came home a frazzled mess. Not that this is anything too unusual for me at this point in my life. But what was different was that I didn’t make one of my usual hallway declarations. Like, “I could murder a glass of wine” or “Is it Law & Order night?” Instead, I looked at Husband and blurted out, “I really feel the need to sit in the shower and let the water pour over me for half an hour.”
Poor Husband looked mildly alarmed. Like I was having an Eat, Pray Love moment and could sweep myself off to some herbal retreat at a moment’s notice (he has been warned by other dads of boys that mums of boys have occasional freak-outs throughout life).
And indeed, when I found myself, an hour later – after having put bubba and toddler to bed – sitting cross-legged on my shower floor, with the warm water cascading down from my crown, I did actually feel a little bit Elizabeth Gilbert-ish. I didn’t quite hold my hands in prayer or chant om, but I was very close.
I’ve never had the inclination to meditate. I’ve really wanted to. At the height of my yoga obsession, I bought all kinds of books on the subject in an attempt to inspire me to actually go and start doing it. But the thought of sitting still, in silence, never truly appealed. I put it on my to-do-one-day list.
And then life got busy. And this was probably the perfect time to find the time to meditate and get away from the craziness, if only for ten minutes a day. But these days I hardly have a minute to dry my hair or read my beloved US Vogue. So meditating has been bumped down the to-do list yet again.
I did once read – in some little book called something twee like Buddhism for Busy Mums – that meditation doesn’t have to be a set session of silence. That you could meditate, say, when washing the dishes. That, however, I found rather depressing. For obvious reasons. If I was to meditate, I thought, I wanted to do it in style. On a comfy cushion. While wearing a caftan and a serene smile on my face. With a Balinese location a nice optional extra. I did not want to try to turn my hated housework tasks into something they will never be: enjoyable. It all seemed a bit too Stepford Wife.
Anyway, back to my shower scene last night … because you know, I really felt something close to what I think a meditative state would be. Despite the sound of water whooshing all around me. And actually, that lack of silence could very well be the key to my future meditation success. Not everyone copes with quietness. That’s why there are white noise machines to help you go to sleep. And the sound you hear when you’re sitting cross-legged in a warm shower, well that’s pretty white and noisy. And for me, it was all I needed to make the monkeys in my mind quieten down for a while.
I’m not actually sure how long I sat there. I don’t know how to describe the experience except to say I was in a bubble of warm, watery bliss. For a while I pretended I was having a vichy shower in some scrumptious Balinese spa (my coconut candle, burning nearby, helped create the olfactory illusion). When I thought I heard monkeys and started an inner conversation about whether they were the naughty monkeys of my mind again, or just pesky creatures outside my spa window, another voice interceded to tell me that I had spent too long in this state, that I was possibly going a little loopy, and that I needed to get back to reality, STAT.
And so I did. And do you think I got all enlightened on myself? No I did not. I immediately came to and freaked out about whether my skin had turned prune-ish after all this time. Phew, it had not. You know why? I had massaged an oil into my skin, all over (and even into my hair), before my shower, which evidently formed a lovely oily barrier that had stopped my skin from drying out. I actually emerged from my shower with skin looking better than before, it was plump, supple and glossy. And even zen.
I’ll leave you with news of this wonder oil. Actually any body or shower oil would probably do the trick but this one smells so good you really will believe you’re in a Balinese spa.
It’s Pure Fiji Bath & Body Oil in Coconut Milk & Honey, $34,95, Pure Fiji. I’ve also been using it on my post-shower legs and arms lately, as a pre-spring treatment. And it’s totally addictive. If this is meditation, then sign me up!
Tell me, Primpers, do you meditate? If so, got any tips to share?
Have you tried Pure Fiji before?
What other body oils are you loving right now?
Posted by: Katrina Lawrence