Sometimes flower baths are a ritual I do to make my day more magical. Other days, they feel like a gosh darn necessity. (Today was the latter). I gathered half-dried-from-the-sun roses from my garden, put a bunch of You're Ok bath salts in, lit a candle, poured a glass of RosΓ© and sat in silence for a while. Sitting and staring at these plant beings around me, living and breathing. Living and breathing. Some days that's more than enough... (at Portland, Oregon)

















