"Naturism has become a healing balm for my weary spirit."
THE LAST STRETCH
By Shirley Swift
THE BREEZE DANCED across the lake creating sparkling diamonds on the
water. It was a sight I'd experienced many times before. However, when the
breeze reached me this time, it gently brought me into an awareness that I was
part of the scene that lay before me--I was one with the Earth and the Water
and the Air. Finally, there were no barriers, real or contrived. I sat there feeling
connected with something greater than me--with myself feeling complete with
nature; and amazed that I had waited until I was 48 years old to shed my
clothes at the edge of a lake.
A new acquaintance by the name of Dan Ziegler, who is an avid naturist, kept
telling me about Turtle Lake Resort, the clothing-optional park he visited every
weekend. Of course, the first thought that came to mind was that there was no
way I was going to visit a nudist colony, and I wasn't sure I would continue the
acquaintance either. He and I were both on a path of spiritual growth, but I
didn't need to get naked to find myself. Over several months he became my
friend and I learned he wasn't anything like the stereotypical sex-crazed person
I had in mind when nudism is the topic.
It took a while to actually have enough courage to experience social nudity.
When the time was right, I entered the park and received an orientation and a
tour. At first, every joke and cartoon I had ever seen or heard about nudists
crossed my mind. It took me a while to get used to feeling sweat trickle down
my body instead of being trapped and soaked up by my clothes, and I hated
the way my legs rubbed together. However, I found security in the towel I
carried to sit on, but eventually I didn't have to hide behind it any longer.
I learned being a naturist is nothing about exhibitionism. I found entire families
experiencing oneness with nature -- swimming, boating, playing on the beach,
playing volleyball, biking, hiking, camping - you name it. There is a generous
usage of sunscreen, especially with youngsters, but other than that, being nude
gave them no restrictions in activities.
Self-acceptance is a high priority issue when striving toward spiritual growth,
and visiting the park was last stretch needed toward arriving at a comfort level
where I could rest for a while before continuing the climb. Naturism has
become a healing balm for my weary spirit. Now, looking back at my
reluctance, I see many things in an expanded light. A Bible passage says,
"…you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free." The applied truth
involved in accepting oneself does set one free to grow and learn. It is a kind of
freedom that has to be embraced. I can't imagine life without spending my
weekends "naked before God" surrounded by nature's beauty. * * *
THE LAST STRETCH
By Shirley Swift
THE BREEZE DANCED across the lake creating sparkling diamonds on the
water. It was a sight I'd experienced many times before. However, when the
breeze reached me this time, it gently brought me into an awareness that I was
part of the scene that lay before me--I was one with the Earth and the Water
and the Air. Finally, there were no barriers, real or contrived. I sat there feeling
connected with something greater than me--with myself feeling complete with
nature; and amazed that I had waited until I was 48 years old to shed my
clothes at the edge of a lake.
A new acquaintance by the name of Dan Ziegler, who is an avid naturist, kept
telling me about Turtle Lake Resort, the clothing-optional park he visited every
weekend. Of course, the first thought that came to mind was that there was no
way I was going to visit a nudist colony, and I wasn't sure I would continue the
acquaintance either. He and I were both on a path of spiritual growth, but I
didn't need to get naked to find myself. Over several months he became my
friend and I learned he wasn't anything like the stereotypical sex-crazed person
I had in mind when nudism is the topic.
It took a while to actually have enough courage to experience social nudity.
When the time was right, I entered the park and received an orientation and a
tour. At first, every joke and cartoon I had ever seen or heard about nudists
crossed my mind. It took me a while to get used to feeling sweat trickle down
my body instead of being trapped and soaked up by my clothes, and I hated
the way my legs rubbed together. However, I found security in the towel I
carried to sit on, but eventually I didn't have to hide behind it any longer.
I learned being a naturist is nothing about exhibitionism. I found entire families
experiencing oneness with nature -- swimming, boating, playing on the beach,
playing volleyball, biking, hiking, camping - you name it. There is a generous
usage of sunscreen, especially with youngsters, but other than that, being nude
gave them no restrictions in activities.
Self-acceptance is a high priority issue when striving toward spiritual growth,
and visiting the park was last stretch needed toward arriving at a comfort level
where I could rest for a while before continuing the climb. Naturism has
become a healing balm for my weary spirit. Now, looking back at my
reluctance, I see many things in an expanded light. A Bible passage says,
"…you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free." The applied truth
involved in accepting oneself does set one free to grow and learn. It is a kind of
freedom that has to be embraced. I can't imagine life without spending my
weekends "naked before God" surrounded by nature's beauty. * * *
LESS-ONS FOR TRUTH
Reclaiming Acceptance of our Original State
