There are days when it is enough just to be. These kinds of days find me enjoying peaceful moments in the sun in my yard where nature is celebrated in flowers, shrubs, a garden, and a collection of artifacts that tell stories if I would simply sit still long enough to listen. This is part of the gift of retirement that I have embraced.
Yet, it isn’t all about sitting on a deck in my favourite outdoor rocking chair. The peacefulness bathed in sunshine is a therapy, a practice of healing broken parts that have been hidden in corners, abandoned while I was busy being a responsible adult with a family and a career.
Naturism, nudity especially nudity mixed with…
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