Wash It Off, Let It Drain

Today was long, and perfect. I went to a client's home, and gave her a spiritual bath. Basil and peppermint and LOTS of lavender. Goat milk and florida water and efun from my Obatala. Baby's Breath flowers and candles and incense galore.

Her one job, for a woman who rarely gives herself a break, and doesn't call herself spiritual, was hard -- she had to soak and pray. So she did, and she cried. For two hours. 
She soaked and released and shared with me her deep pains and deeper pleasures. Then got out of the bath and sang belligerently along with 40s Cuban classics for the rest of the afternoon

This is why I do this work.