I thoroughly enjoyed your piece. Believe it or not, I also went to a nudist camp with 2 other girl friends in my early days. It is Sky Farm in NJ and it’s the first nudist camp in the country.. Still operating. At the time, it was a family camp and we three women were the first singles they allowed in. It was an experiment for them and apparently we passed and they opened it up to others like ourselves. Like you, it felt so natural, lots of interesting talks, bright people. Loved swimming without clothes. The camp was open in winter for sledding and other winter sports. Clothing essential then.
Each family had their own cabin, large, medium or small. We stayed with friends who had extra room. We all loved it. It was wonderful to feel the air on our bodies
Haven’t had an opportunity to do it again. But would not hesitate to go back
From:Bonni McKeown <firstname.lastname@example.org>To:Marti Matthews <email@example.com> Sent:Sunday, October 27, 2013 5:27 PMSubject:Re: My Halloween Blog
I havent figured out how to access my google to comment on your blog… so I’ll just say your Halloween post reminds me of playing piano at a nudist resort in eastern W.Va., Avalon. Everyone was friendly, polite and unpretentious, as you say… and you’re right, when we die our earthly appearance becomes a moot point.
I went out to the Park feeling moody
and ill at ease.
“So what am I supposed to be doing?” I asked the roses
and kicked at a fallen acorn on the path.
Hey, wait a minute!
Let’s have a little respect here!
I picked up the acorn and saw a stone just near it,
But I bet a little polishing would show its worth,
To lie like a jewel
At the center of a necklace.
I walked on a little farther.
There in the path lay a bird’s feather,
Thrown away by a winged life.
Where’s the bird that needs no feather?
Could feathers ever do for me
What they do for birds?
Let’s make a guess:
Touch it and you touch the earth, your Mother.
The nut is a seed of enormous possibility,
A tiny life with a powerful future.
It comes from a being that can fly.