Literanista
April 15, 2011
About a week and half ago, I finally treated myself to a spa day, courtesy of my best friend who gave me a lovely gift certificate to the Soho Sanctuary. The place was luxurious and relaxing.
Right before my massage, I was given a choice of scented oils to choose from and while I listened to the options, my mind wandered to a story that my best friend has often told to me during times of crisis:
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For a certain Native American tribe, the rite of passage for a girl on becoming a woman, was being sheltered away from everyone and being bathed by her mother. She would be bathed in milk so that she could be soft – for women had to be soft. And, she would be bathed and scoured with Rosemary (whose leaves are rough) so that she could be tough – for women must be tough. Her new ‘armor’ on she could rejoin the world as a woman.
The four oils to choose from where Eucalyptus for energy, Joy, Relaxation, and Citrus.
I chose to be bathed in Joy.
