I’ve been home less than twenty-four hours and I can definitely say that I feel “at home.” For one thing, I get nude time at home. I don’t have limitations in our house other than when we have company over, or at meal times. Early this afternoon, I got to lay in the sun for three-quarters of an hour – I could have stayed longer, but that is long enough when there are things to do.
I love being at my son’s home where I get to spend a lot of quality time with three grandchildren. Games of cards and chess were enjoyed with the nine year old. The two year old got to play all sorts of nonsense as far as an adult mind is concerned. And the five week old grandson was in for some needed bonding time. He sure is a curious and wide awake little guy.
Home is a good place, when it is someplace where one can be authentically oneself. My neighbours accept the fact that I am often nude and occasionally visible as such. It doesn’t stop them from getting together with my wife and I for wine or a meal. Living in a small town teaches one that neighbours are vital. When I was meditating in the yard this morning, one of the neighbours entered our yard, saw me, and proceeded to enter into the house for coffee with my wife. Nothing offensive, nothing remarkable, just a naked man in meditation.