What are Nonylphenol ethoxylates (NPEs), Carcinogenic amines, Phthalates in plastisol prints, Organotins, perfluorinated and polyfluorinated compounds (PFCs)? They are poisons, toxic stuff, dangerous chemicals found in clothing around the world. These are hormone-disrupting and cancer associated. These are listed as “hazardous chemicals.” They are in the water near places where clothing is manufactured, poisoning the workers and the poor. There are many chemicals in the process of making clothing and these are but a few.

Green Peace did a study of clothing samples a few years back. All of these chemicals were found in the clothing sold to us, the big brands, the trusted brands, the expensive brands, popular brands, not just some flukes.

Not surprising, but how about the loads of these discovered in children’s clothing? You know how cute those babies look all wrapped up in a bundle with little teddy bears in pastel colors. Yup, loaded into baby’s clothing. These were found in twenty-five countries and regions.

Aghast!

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I’m taking another writing and creating my own meaningful prayer.

This post isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Every so often, I just like to take a moment to share with those that understand as I do. Please, bear with. It’s my spiritual thing.

Over the years I have come to the conclusion that suitable clothing should be worn for activities and that if the suitable clothing is not to wear any, then that is what should be done.

The prayer:

I have often found that being naked is a humbling experience. There are no clothes that can make me anything other than who I am. I am simply a being, created by God as an expression of the universe, whose purpose is to find, and do, whatever I have been created to do. I embrace my being.

Being natural is a tool that can direct me towards the source of inner peace, which is a sense of, or relationship with God.

I will allow the humility that being naked makes me feel, to direct my heart to the only One that can satisfy my deepest, most desperate desires.

I am not a freak when I am naked.  I am meant to be naked. I see the desire to be naked and natural, as a desire to embrace my God, my source, my direction, my place within a greater presence.

My nakedness promotes and reclaims a relationship with the divine, a relationship with fellow human beings, and a relationship with the world, the blessing of gratitude.

So, thank-you dearly.

Now,

not to misguide you, Nudie News isn’t a specifically religious site. It contains a variety of takes and topics. There is a bundle of good nudist/naturist reading there. I just need to give the publisher his deserved due and my personal appreciation. He republished the original article.

The article that I just used for inspiration to express this personal expression is “My experience Being Naked” by Timothy Yach. It is on the following page link. It is a different take, with Bible quotes and references to “him.” I think that it is a good work. I appreciate the much of the sense if it. You can go there and scroll down to find it.

https://nomadgeeknudie.wordpress.com/tag/nude/page/3089/

https://timothyach.wordpress.com/2016/11/08/my-experience-being-naked/

NEXT WEEK: After a public interest article, we’ll head back into 2009 and revisit one of my favorite timeless places. There is much more to come.

Near Samhain, A Dozen Past:

I’m wrestling with an old memory, from early on in our relationship. DF and I had a bet, or some kind of an arrangement together, that had DF obliged to do whatever I came up with. I can’t remember how that came about. I wish I could, because it worked out pretty well.

I wanted to create a thrill for her, something that she probably wouldn’t do otherwise, a stretch. Out of the air and out of the box, I dreamed up this escapade.

We each have calf length dark woolen cloaks, like the medieval days. Out on a peninsula, along the Rillito River Park, there is a henge. It works; the Solstice light comes through a hole in a monument and beams across the circle to another. It creeps up and aligns perfectly with another hole each solstice. In the bronze plaque marked center of this perfectly laid out astronomical, astrological toy, it is so perfect that the sound distorts.

The asphalt jogging trail runs around it approximately 40 ft. away.

I instructed DF that we would be leaving wearing only these two ghoulish capes and dark shoes. She had no idea what I had in store. This was about trust…somehow.

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I recently got a copy of “The Naked Hermit.” This book comes from material gathered for a Ph.D. thesis, written by Nick Mayhew-Smith. He spent several years exploring numerous locations and milling through ancient manuscripts. He compiled a list of around fifty people, both men and women, who for Christian religious reasons had participated and lived as naked hermits.

This book focuses on a time in between in what are now the British Isles. A time when the mandate was to create a mass conversion of a Pagan population and Rome wasn’t in close control.

Many found themselves in bodies of water doing sacred rituals. Some, the originals, were desert dwellers. The author provides a plethora of those who could be described as monks.

The author spent various lengths of time doing his best to walk in these people’s shoes, that is lack of,  on location. He explains the profound insight that he discovered exploring the nudity and reclusive behavior.

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07-24-2019

I hear it outside of my window. I jump up and look to be sure of the familiar sound.” Plop, plop,” I haven’t heard this sound in a long time.

These are big rain drops. The patio has polka dots bigger than silver dollars. It’s the warm and tropical kind, that comes during this season up from the Gulf of Mexico. I’m excited. I step outside just to be sure, to find out if this is that wonderful warm summer stuff…that I love to dance in.

The plop sound on my naked body is accompanied by a sting like a soft pellet. The first has me alarmed, then each successive dollop becomes a sensual message, a delight to awaken me all over.

I climb up onto the granite slab just out my doorway. The polka dots have now melded together into a sheen. The sun has it glowing like a layer of wax, bringing distinction to the rock around me.

There had been a dusting during the last few days. A fine powder had been deposited on every surface. This quickly has become a mud, a transparent slippery slime. I become careful. My bare feet must slowly grip the surface with its contours and be assured with every step.

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