As usual, the weather is warmish, 22 Celsius as I write this on the back deck. It is a pleasant temperature, especially with no wind to make if feel colder. The morning began with sunshine and 12 degrees, enough to have me meditate nude in my favourite space in the back yard. Now, the sunshine is intermittent due to mostly cloudy skies. Rain would be welcome as everything is becoming stressed from a lack of rain. For Friday and Saturday, the weatherman is predicting a 50% chance of some rain and mostly cloudy skies.
Yesterday, I went for a walk in the countryside for just over 5 km, leaving while it was sunny. just before the turn around point, I felt a few sprinkles and turned around to head back. A kilometre further into the walk, the sprinkles turned into rain mixed with tiny bits of hail. By the time I made it back into town, everything was done. The streets were wet, but not enough for puddles. Hopefully tomorrow and Saturday end up with significant amounts of rainfall.
Just in case you were wondering, today’s post isn’t about weather. Rather it is about balance. In psychological terms, it makes me think of what happens when we are too much in ego [think sunshine], or when we are too much in our inner worlds [think overcast and rain]. Looking at it in a different manner, say that of naturism, the same thing comes to mind. Living outside of the textile world, whether it is in naturist social settings or nude at home alone, one loses balance. It isn’t the fact of being nude that is at issue, but the fact of being in relative isolation. By contrast, as a naturist, being denied time for being nude because of being consistently overwhelmed by a textile world, creates a significant level of inner dissonance. We need balance.
Balance is something that is a constantly shifting state. I am finding that when at home, I need more time nude than I do when I am visiting family. I would have thought that the lack of nudity while visiting would leave me frustrated, but such is not the case. Perhaps it is simply that my psyche has more influence than my ego which would have me see myself as a victim because of a lack of nudity. Somehow, I am learning to listen to unspoken voices within. When the sense of needing more nudity for “balance” registers, I find ways to honour that “feeling,” even if it is a stolen moment.
What does balance look life, feel like for you?