I didn’t get to meditate as yesterday as we were travelling to visit our youngest child’s home which is about a six hour drive. Once there, our youngest grandchild. a five year old boy, filled up the rest of the day. Not meditating wasn’t felt as a loss as the gift of unconditional relationship and regard was just as spiritual as meditation, perhaps even more so. If there is no spiritual connection in my day, I feel myself a poor man.
Strangest thing that I learn as I age is that time spent clothing free is vital to my well being. Too many days without conscious time spent nude (I don’t count sleeping time even though I always sleep nude) and my spirit gets very agitated. It’s as though I find myself going though a period of withdrawal. Yet as soon as I get to meditate au naturel, or be blessed with being bathed with the sun, I find myself in peace and at one with what I can only call “spirit.” It almost feels as though I have entered a form of religious ecstasy. Could it be that naturism is yet another expression of that religious yearning and nature of human kind?