Shea Butter Oil Rubdown for Relaxing…
Moisturize while you heal the mind
Summertime and the living is easy with Shea
Yeah, sleeveless tops, golden brown skin glistening in
the hot summer sun. And “girl, you sho’ is wearing them shades…darn….”
The weekend finally showed up and not a moment too soon.
The tenseness in the neck area, the upper shoulder blades lets me know that while the nine to five might pay
half the bills, it is time to take a break.
Time to clean house, then unwind in the ambience of soft music and the musty
aroma of ancient frankincense lingering in the air.
Setting the Stage
The phone has been taken off the hook; the
Venetian blinds now drawn closed. Lights dimmed…nine candles now give the only light this room
The bath…yes, already drawn, and laced with my favorite milk and honey bubble
bath indulgences. Why has God blessed me like this? I am starting to relax, to look forward to what I know is to
Shirley Horn, as smooth as silk in that
incredible speaking-song voice, reminds me again, “From now on you’re only someone that I used to love…” (But
that is an entirely different story.)
So I enter the steamy room; close the door tightly behind me and
step in the tub, feeling the heat and the overwhelming “acceptance”. At first the bubbles only semi caress my
skin-skin that is so thankful to be reunited with its cousin, whom I call my “secret-garden” water
Eyes closed, head resting on the inflatable pillow as the mind drifts
into another dimension. Oh… if heaven is like this, I should try to be good so I will be let in the
After emptying my thoughts into the great ocean of nothingness -
I partake of 15 minutes of pure bliss. No worries. No cares. No me. No responsibility. No time. “Just chill and
just be” as Ms Scott would say.
Slowly and ever so reluctantly I sit up, emerge to do what must
be done - black soap, a loofah sponge and you know the rest. As I clean I notice just how much gold my skin
holds - like the finest golden liquid oak wood, melting all over me again. I stop … tilt head back one more
time, re-surmerge my self back into the now cloudy waters, waters that are still so warm, still so
Just five more minutes please, before I am forced back into that
other world where work is for money and people are your biggest test. Just five more minutes of this sure
pleasure, then I will get up, shower to rinse off, and then step out.
A few steps to the kitchen, dripping small amounts of water on
the carpet as I go.