Solitude

I am a social nudist. I very much enjoy the company of other nudists and I long for conversation about places to go nude and debate about how to grow the movement. However I am in fact an introvert and I often crave solitude and peace in order to reflect.

It was a weekday, late in the afternoon, and not terribly warm. I knew that there would be almost no sunshine at Sayward Beach. I was nearby and I strongly suspected the nude end of the beach would be deserted. I jumped at the opportunity.

I have been told that walking up and down a nude beach repeatedly can be misconstrued as cruising. I normally don't care and go about my walks as if the beach was empty. Today I did not have to pretend. I passed the unmarked border and rejoiced.

I shed my clothes as soon as practical and walked as slowly as I could so as to fully immerse myself in the beautiful setting.  I quickly lost track of time and found myself perched on a rocky outcropping at the end of the beach.  Since I knew I would remain alone, I was not distracted. I could close my eyes and contemplate.

I cannot imagine going back to a life where relaxation and naturism were not linked.  I was reminded yesterday of just how much I rely on naturism to unwind, relax, and refocus my thoughts. A powerful force for me indeed.