A Caregiver Plays in the Tub

Ahhh...tonight I'm sunk deep in the jetted tub. The gentle glow of candlelight combined with the spicy, balsamic scent of frankincense bubble bath sedates the stray thoughts traveling across my awareness. They are transformed into a silent movie -- a black and white, curiously melodramatic spectacle, a surreal oddity that could well be from another universe.

Those certainly aren't my thoughts, are they? I watch as they float away, upward with the flame of the candle, upward and eastward, back to North Africa where the essence of the frankincense resin, smelling slightly of conifer, returns to the Boswellia tree that weeped it as tears.

Frankincense...it's my sedative of choice. Everything is okay.