In my middle years, it became increasingly clear to me that the things that worked for me in my younger life just weren’t serving me anymore. I didn’t plummet headlong into a mid-life crisis. But I found that, despite having a good job and a lot of freedom, I was depressed, anxious and alone. I had spent years in a kind of induced coma maintained by booze and any other soporific at hand. I travelled widely soaking up new experiences, but along with the contents of my suitcase I was always lugging along the same emotional baggage with me wherever I went. So as I moved from country to country with various jobs, each time I unpacked I was decorating my new life with the same old trappings that I should have discarded years ago. I wasn’t conscious of this at the time, but the voice inside eventually became so deafening that I couldn’t ignore it any longer. This site is a response to that voice.
Ridding myself of old habits that were long past their sell-by dates is just part of the process. Aristotle said ‘nature abhors a vacuum’. Finding new ‘habits’ and new ways to be in the world is essential to fill the spaces left in my life and soul by the shedding of the old ways. One of the pathways that has helped liberate me from my past has been embracing a naturist lifestyle. Naturism for me is not just about shedding my clothes. It is about shedding all of those complexes and inhibitions that weigh me down, and impede my development as an individual. It is a very liberating and even spiritual experience. And contrary to what many people may think, it has nothing to do with sex. It is also simply a wonderful feeling to be free and naked in the great outdoors.
I’m a newcomer to naturism, and one comical observation I have made is that when one is not used to being naked in front of other people, it’s hard to know what to do with your hands sometimes. There are no pockets to shove them into. No mobile phone to keep them occupied. When I’m completely comfortable being naked in front of other people without wondering where to put my hands, I will have progressed both as a naturist and an individual. I guess pockets are also a metaphor for all of those things I carry around with me that I think I need – phone, keys, money. Well, I do need them sometimes. But not all the time. So being naked is also an opportunity to rid myself of those worldly attachments, for a while at least.
This site is about my journey as I navigate this middle passage of my life, which includes embracing naturism, nurturing my soul through meditation and mindfulness, and analysing and recording the process through poetry. Although the poetry can be accessed on a separate page, I decided to also make it available on the homepage with the blogs. For me, the poems are expressions of my thoughts at the time they were written, just as the blogs are. Only in a different form. Constructive commentary on both are welcome.