Rock To Wind A String Around

When we moved to San Francisco a few years ago, I soothed my initial loneliness with several trips to Lush.  I bought lots of bath bombs and other goodies, but I was particularly besotted with the massage bars–they are fabulous on super dry skin, smell great, and don’t stain the sheets.  Fast forward three years and I found an unused wiccy magic massage bar tucked away in a bedside table last week so last night we both enjoyed a massage.

The interesting thing about a wiccy magic massage bar is that it contains scores of aduki beans.

adukibeans

As the shea butter heats up, the beans, which feel oh-so-nice as they glide across your back, begin to loosen from the bar.  A massage for 2 adult humans means that your bed will quickly fill with aduki beans.  After a thorough massage, neither of us was particularly motivated to throw back the covers, scoop up beans and dispose of them, so we pushed what we could off the bed (without dislodging the covers–it was 4 degrees last night) and planned to attend to the rest in the morning.

Good in theory, but not so much in practice.  The beans fell from the bed to the hardwood floor all night long. Sometime in the night, I began to dream of our wedding.  During the ceremony, a very small guest wet herself.  The stream of urine hitting the hard wood sounded like pearls falling to the floor and several people in nearby pews began to look for pearls or beads.  While I have no actual memory of this event (what with the vows and all up at the front) I dreamed the dropping pearls so vividly, it was if I had a seat at my very own ceremony (and might I add that the bride was gorgeous…and young!) The intermingling of myth and dream and reality was so interesting, all though not particularly rest-enhancing.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll pop into LUSH for another bar or two.  These, not surprisingly, will be vanilla, or chocolate, and decidedly bean free.