{"id":182,"date":"2013-04-17T16:54:00","date_gmt":"2013-04-17T22:54:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/?p=182"},"modified":"2025-10-27T17:07:42","modified_gmt":"2025-10-27T23:07:42","slug":"healing-with-sunshine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/healing-with-sunshine\/","title":{"rendered":"Healing With Sunshine"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Healing with sunshine<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

On anticipating a return to my home in Canada, I was flying high after three months of Caribbean sunshine and many, many hours of clothes freedom. I was flying high because I believed that the world back home had changed simply because I had changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it didn\u2019t take long for that euphoria of going home to turn dark. The fact that it was still winter with snow piled up more than a metre in yard and garden with skies that were grey was enough of a change, but couldn\u2019t really explain the descent into a depressive darkness within me. Rather, it was more of a retreat into past that had no bearing on the present. I retreated into a space and place that refused to admit that light existed even though it didn\u2019t feel like it any more. I fell into my own past when hope existed only by thin threads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lost in the depression, I refused to allow my skin feel the freedom of being touched by the air, I refused to meditate somehow believing that being naked and meditating would be nothing more than a cruel mockery of reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Somehow, through the darkness and depression, a voice and a smile filled with compassion, care and love reached me and pulled me back to the surface of the world. And now, though the snow still lays deep, I find the will to meditate and be clothes free, to dare being more than darkness. Now, I am at home once again, in my home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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