Artist: Shanina Conway
Writer: Suzanne German
I peer into the swirling inviting greenish blue. Water pumping, filling. I edge my right foot in, my toe makes contact. Turn the taps off. I slide in. Inside now, my body contained. An embryonic sensation. I take it in, luxuriantly. I immerse my mind and it joins my body. I lay back; my head resting on a soft rolled towel, on the edge of a long, deep, hot bath. I breathe in deeply and exhale even more slowly. I like the way my body rises and falls in the water with my breath. A sigh emerges that releases me from the external and draws me inward.
Hot steamy air is heavy, sweet with the scent of lavender, orange blossom and sandalwood oils. I notice how slippery my skin is. I love the way the oil slicks against me. This heady potion sends me into another space. Soft, surreal, sensual. I notice, briefly, that I am floating in the hot water. Arms, legs, torso, all my body floating. My body joins my mind, in that special space. Being and not being at the same time. Switch off external. Tune in internal. Another place another world another time.
My mind drifts, sinks, rests. I can hear my heart beat inside my body, thuds travel through the water reverberating and through my skin and into my mind’s ears. Swirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t consciously.
Breathing deep, slow, full, and complete. The steamy heat causes dewy beads to form on my face. They get larger then trickle down and drip into the water. Tiny little sounds. It feels good. Purging, cleansing, sensual.
I ask myself how far can I go? Sinking deeper, feeling hotter. How hot, how far is ok? I relish the intensity in this question. I begin to sink into almost unconscious ecstasy. The heat, the smells, the feel of the water against my body, the oiliness and the steam. All intoxicating, I am intoxicated.
My body now motionless, whole, empty and full. My mind is smiling. My hands move gently in the water creating a gentle resistance. Small rippling sounds emanate.
My finger tips rest and move against my skin. The oil makes them slide more than usual, ever so gently ever so intently. I am aware that I am somewhere, but I don’t know where.
I see my face, but I am not there with it. A sense of attachment through quiet detachment simultaneously. My mind’s eye travels ,wonders to delightful thoughts and far away places. Minutes go by, slowly. The pleasure intensifies. Senses heightened, mind immersed, body receptive, connection completed.
Moments accelerate. Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata, enters my mind…I hear it, I touch it, it moves me deeply. It seeps into me. It is inside me. I feel its power. It fills me and becomes me. Its beauty and depth astonish me as always leaving me breathless and heady and weak. I surrender.
We are a travelling duo and yet move as one. Our orchestral music, emotion, passion. First; allegro ma non troppo , crescendo. Now performance is complete. Heaven’s destination reached.
The moon’s sonata and the companion rest.
© Copyright – Suzanne German – 11th January, 2008.
This is about blending body mind and spirit and transporting to another level of consciousness.