The Kiss of Water
|My gate, first dusting of snow, Ladakh - Kelly Klein|
March 14, 2020
Such delightful, simple joys fill me with gratitude. Home again in the Himalayas, after four and a half months of winter wandering, I find such pleasure in the simplicity of my life here. I am filled with gratitude.
|View from my home, Fall, Ladakh - Kelly Klein|
Today I had decided it was time for a bath. Many Ladakhis can make it two weeks between baths, but it’s too much for me. I heated a large pan half full of my liquid gold and then added cool water as needed to attain the right, rich temp for a bath. Dropping a folded feedbag over my young spinach and chard plants in my greenhouse, I stepped onto it gingerly and began the delicious ritual. Dipping an old measuring cup into the pan, I sparingly wet my body, soaped up with a natural blended shampoo bar that serves for all my bathing needs. Rinsing is beyond pleasure. Hot water kissing my face and shoulders, the back of my kneck, running the length of my body, rinsing away dirt and stress. I am so fully present to this experience. There is nothing more heavenly, nothing more beautiful than the feeling of the water on my skin. The plastic greenhouse cover whips gently with the breeze while I am immersed in a glorious love affair with water. I vary my position on the feedbag from time to time to allow the runoff to reach different plants. Finished, I carefully step into my crocs trying to avoid the dirt with wet feet, and spread the remaining water puddled on the feedbag to the other thirsty seedlings in the bed. Nearly as pleasurable is treating my clean body to my own lotion I make with a combination of oils, always about 50% coconut oil for thickening, and any combination of apricot, sesame, olive, or neem oil and a bit of lanolin if I still have some. The smell, the texture, the knowing of where it came, when it was made, how it was made, providing comfort and nourishment, fills me with delight. As I gift this old saggy, dry, wrinkled skin with love, again, I am so grateful. Grateful for the opportunity to be present. Grateful for the richness of simplicity, the joy, the satisfaction. And then clothing myself again in layers to work with the cold. This is my life. How rich I am…
All I know for sure, is that this is where I blossom. I am filled with such gratitude despite sitting here typing with cold stiff fingers. My little mud house is passive solar but the sun hasn’t been out much for the last week so a bit cold inside, freezing outside. But it doesn’t matter. It is my life here. It is real. It is grounding, rewarding, rich. I am so, so rich…