The Bath Tub Challenge You Want to Take
My Bathtub Dreams First Came True in Santo Domingo
Dear One - I’m writing to you from a bath tub by the Caribbean Sea - in the Dominican Republic to be exact.
It’s a pink soapstone edifice so glorious that Cleopatra wouldn’t hate on it. And I wanna know three things.
Do you ever journal in a bathtub?
2. Or write poetry in a bathtub?
3. Or have a loving consort read aloud to you from your favorite novel in a bathtub?
If not, let’s get started together.
Because I have a hunch that many of our problems and mama earth’s too, would be resolved if we spent more time soaking and less time hustling. The fun news is that science has proven that if we spend more time daydreaming and coasting along right-brained wavelengths in a hot bath, less time in analytical alpha-brain mode, it actually makes us more intelligent creatures.
Here’s a creative journaling challenge. Consider it a general reverie prompt for your next bath time.
How would you describe the world’s best first kiss?
Here’s an answer from my own bath reverie to spark your imagination and word flow. Is it a poem? I don’t really know, but it sure was yummy to write.
“The kiss was fourth months in the making, and when it came at last, it was one of those exquisite gifts that some lives - impoverished - start and finish without ever receiving.
But her life was filled with such blessings as these.
The kiss took them standing by a window
and started like a smile spanning the width of a sunset,
glowing with impossible hues.
Just so, it rose, spreading
from her lips,
rising to her cheeks
fanning liquid mercury
that poured warm flashes
of delight into her chest,
and lungs,
and down, down, further still
with warm brightness.
So Alive.
The power of their kiss rippled still outward
with the power of ocean currents
until the flushing joy of it spread over the entirety of her remaining life.
And in that flash,
like a sun dipping in burnt orange brilliance beneath the sea,
she knew that no kiss that came after
would be able to measure up
to the fullness of his perfect,
vetivert-scented embrace.”
xx Amanacer
(Bathtub Blurbs 2019)