Smart people–my mother, my mother-in-law, my brothers, Tim, my friend at the market–say that I need to take care of myself. So tonight, rather than rushing out the door to do the grocery shopping after supper, I said to hell with the grocery shopping and drew myself a bath.
I am not a bath person. But when in Rome. To mitigate the annoying bathroom fan noise, and to up the self-care-ambience, I extinguished the light and fired up every candle I could find in the house.
I put Peter Gabriel’s Scratch My Back on the turntable and resolved to listen to the entire album (those of us unused to languid nights need conceits for lolling).
Lest lolling prove too much, I had a good book at the ready. But I did not need it.
It was a an unmitigated, relaxing success.
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Good for you. I've often
Good for you. I've often asked people, "Are the kind who puts out candles for themselves? (I'm not.) Trying something new and self-care is a definitely a concept worth trying. Glad it was successful vs. when can I get out of here.
Music is plenty powerful. I
Music is plenty powerful. I don't think there has been anything more likely over the last year or so to trigger tears. Last December I put on a Lynn Miles album for the first time since Laurie died to see what would happen. Wonderful to hear the music again and tears of course.
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