Tonight I indulged in Cleopatra’s secret to beautiful, hydrated skin—a milk bath. It was as simple as turning on the water and pouring in two pints of heavy whipping cream that I picked up at Trader Joe’s.
Skim milk is a good choice for oilier skin, while whole milk is better for dry skin. The lactic acid that’s found in milk is a natural exfoliant. If pouring in milk isn’t your cuppa tea, Osmia Organics also makes an irresistible powdered milk bath with oats and baking soda.
While I was in the bath, I decided to “let go.” I chose to let go of every thought I was thinking. I chose to let go of all the tension in my body and on my mind.
As soon as I did so, limb by limb, I started floating up to the surface of the water until I was entirely buoyant in the tub. It was a remarkably light and awesome feeling.
Too often I do not give myself permission to stop the endless “To Do” list in my head. Or I replay conversations or encounters that I’ve had during the day (or even from months ago). How about this doozy? I give myself a mental hernia trying to imagine how the outcome of an event or an interaction with someone could have gone differently.
All that senseless chatter disconnects me from what is truly inside at every moment—peace, silence, presence, connection, and then some….
When we truly let go, we are weightless.
As I got out of the tub and felt my very smooth skin (yes, the milk bath really did work), I remembered an analogy to a bottle filled with filthy things. When you throw that bottle into water, it sinks down to the bottom. But as you dump out the dirt, it rises to the top.
So too our own selves. As we let go of the things that weigh us down, the only place to go is up.