Clay saves the day…

written by Perry A~

I went to Kyle Johnson’s wedding (head Honcho at Living Clay Co.) as an honorary adopted grandmother and before the night was over I was dancing with all the kids. When you are 70 years young they all seem like kids but the ages ranged from 6 yrs to well I just told you… It was at the Wildflower Center in Austin. A really nice place for a small family wedding. Anywho the music was great and the body seemed willing. Not as much motion as in my younger years but I found the beat and move it I did. It was after being still in the car with the AC full blast on the way home that the body started letting me know it was feeling abused. I had an early morning flight the next day to go visit my daughter Allyson in Dallas for the weekend. I knew I needed a clay bath if I was going to make it through the weekend.

I drew a hot bath, mixed my clay water in a blender (the fast method) as it was already past my bedtime. As I eased my body into the tub. I let out a sigh of relief. Nothing feels better to a physically abused body than a clay bath. I had a bottle of cold water and made a pillow for my neck with a towel and settled in. I felt my body let go and relax. I was purring in contentment. I dozed off a time or too and lost track of time. It didn’t matter. I was in heaven. I didn’t want to get out and leave my sanctum but the water was getting cold and my fingers were thoroughly pruned.

By now I did not know I had a body. All aches and screaming muscles were at peace and I set the alarm and slipped between the cool sheets. My head hit the pillow and I fell into a deep sleep. I am happy to say my newly revitalized body was up for a weekend of fun with my daughter. Clay to the rescue one more time.

Perry A~
Author and Speaker
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