Naked Thoughts From a Naturist Retreat: Part 1

Naked Thoughts From a Naturist Retreat: Part 1

These words are powerful ones for me, words that are very pointed and instructive. As I consider them, I begin to find something worth saying about why I am at Green Haven, alone and nude. Of all the problems that seem to be surfacing, it is the problem of not really living that is at the centre. I wonder if the “why” or the “how” I feel into this state is even important. I am there. But, it isn’t all lifeless; there are moments when I seem to come alive, enough moments that it is worth the risk to dare even more to challenge the dark nights of my soul. What are those things that spark the sensation of being alive?
Nude moments – it is strange how simply taking off my clothing seems to get my heart beating just a bit faster, excitement and daring. Being naked is about freedom, the casting away of handcuffs that I had placed on myself. It’s as though I have declared that I am not hiding anymore.

I want to look again at what being naked is doing, what it is bringing forward. At home I have been getting naked more and more. Clothing is becoming something I put on only when it seems to be appropriate for some task, or if I would be visible by any person who happened to be walking outside our home. As well, I put on clothing when one of our neighbours comes to our house. I am usually nude when I write, and when I meditate. Before sitting in front of the computer, I take off whatever I am wearing and sit on the towel on my chair. As I write, I feel alive in the fullest sense of the word. Writing is a passion, something that is more imposed on me rather than a choice. I am driven to write, to put up my blog posts with images – all of which only now happens when I am nude.

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