This is a trial for adding text to my blog via email. This is a writing exercise from a book I’m reading on writing a memoir. The text is about a recent event in my nudist lifestyle.

I am thinking of. . .

Walking around Cypress Cove residential neighborhood wearing only my Sketcher like sandals this past Saturday morning. The weather was very cloudy at the start and it was very windy, too. But it was so relaxing to feel the wind on the bare skin. I tried the Zen ‘live in the moment’ thinking suggestions, but they were not working for me this day. My thoughts were all over the place, instead of concentrating on the input from the five senses. Smell – not much here, no flowers blooming or mowed grass smells. Touch – my thumbs and forefingers were touching, but I didn’t feel grounded. The sandals on my feet were noticeable, as was my chubby thighs rubbing together. Occasionally my fingertips brushed my thighs as they passed by going forward and backward with each step. But no other touch senses lasted long enough for me to take notice NOW. Sight – the most used sense, but perhaps overused. I’ve walked this route often enough that the routine sights were not enough NOW. I passed different folks also out on a walk, and of course looked at some of them as we nodded hello. Birds and flowers were seen, but not noticed too much. Taste – nothing here to notice.Once the sun started coming out at the end of the hour long walk, the warming of the skin facing the sun was wonderful to feel, as always. This is one of the major reasons I like being naked. feeling the sun all over!

I’m now thinking of. . .

Stopping this, shutting down the computer, gathering up my stuff, and going home. I’ve got to be at the exercise place by 6:00 pm for my update with an athletic trainer on my weight-lifting progress.