When The Wind Blows A Healthy Tree Bends
The wind is blowing fiercely and the temperature has plummeted and dawn came with dark skies simply becoming less dark. There was no sunrise that could be observed. A dull grayness hovers over everything. It seems that the weather is trying to tell me something – get your clothes on! Being in a house with central heating I can safely remain clothes-free and get away with it; that is, as long as I don’t want to go outside for a walk.
My writing project is coming along fairly well. I was able to write just over 5,000 words over the first three days of October – well, two actually as one of those days was spent driving. I am getting into the habit of writing with more focus, in part because of the weather and in part because my grandchildren go to school giving me hours of free time during the day. I hope the weather improves as two of my grandsons have football games scheduled for Saturday. I did get two watch a game last night as the eldest of the three boys got to play under the lights as the forecasted rain stayed away.
As a naturist, I love being naked. If the weather conditions were perfect, I would likely choose to be naked most of the hours of most days; most, but not all of them. It isn’t all about the weather. There are other conditions, other considerations that enter into the picture. One tends to think in black and white terms and make decisions accordingly. The idea of pure naturists is just one example of black and white thinking, where one is hell bent on proving that “I am right, am pure, am part of the chosen.” It is as though we enter attitudes where, if given power, we would make the whole world in our own image, homogenized. Anything different is wrong. Yes, this fundamentalist thinking exists even among naturists.
One example of fundamentalist thinking that is particularly harmful to the human psyche is the notion that we can separate sexuality from nudity. If we are truly honest, we have to admit that we can’t separate sexuality from being human. So many religions have made a holy mission of convincing people that sexuality is evil. There is an irrational belief that if we could only exist as spirit even though we have bodies that have emerged out of the dirt, the messy clay of the earth, then we would be worthy enough for God or whatever name our leaders choose to give to the source of creation and life. In spite of our own experience that out of mess comes beautiful and pure life (ask any parent moments after a child is born), we negate our experience and then teach these beautiful young children that their bodies have somehow lost their holiness and have become symbols of the dark forces of evil. Sex becomes dirty. The sexual organs become offensive and even dangerous.
Our children are then left to wrestle with their own bodies as they change and mature. The only advice we have for our children through all of this is to tell them that it is a curse, or that to touch themselves is dirty and perverted. There is no bending, only a staunch, unflexing puritanical ethic that embraces fear as only way for children to move into adulthood. Fundamentalism – no bending with the wind.