I have returned home after a month on the road. It was a good trip. I am surprised at just how much time I got to spend clothing free and my experiences during that month, such as my skinny dip attempt while in Tofino as seen in this image taken by my wife. I did get out far enough to take a short dip but the water was too cold to make it much of an event.
Since I have come home, I have been busy with doing some garden work – taking off the carrots and beets and the work around that to prepare them for the winter. Then, I began to do the first part of tilling the garden. We have two gardens, a small one which used to be a raspberry garden, and a larger one which we use for vegetables.
Today I turned over the small garden using a spade as the ground was too hard for a gas-fueled tiller. The second round of tilling that garden will be with the rototiller. The weather is turning quite cold outside with single digit temperatures in the afternoon, as well as brisk winds. As long as I keep myself busy and wear a tuque, all is well.
So why do I even bother with testing my limits? After all, it is cold outside. To be honest, I don’t have a good reason other than I “need” to do this. The more I am nude, the less stress that I feel. The nudity is for me, for my mental health and well-being. It isn’t an attempt to be seen by neighbours or to titillate. I share some images here to illustrate and nothing more. After all, a 70+ aged man naked man is never going to cause a rush of lust in other people.
I feel free and liberated and alive when I am nude. I know that I am alive and free when I am clothed, but it is different, a difference that only others who enjoy being nude can understand. There is a special kind of freedom when one is nude.