Several years ago I attended a retreat at some nearby hot springs.
I signed up for the retreat AS I WAS DRIVING THERE, so I never got a chance to read the emailed instructions they sent me detailing what the weekend was about.
We make it through ALL OF FRIDAY NIGHT, sleep in community, and then get up for Saturday’s activities.
Somewhere around noon, the instructors mention that it’s “Clothing Optional” time and everyone starts to strip.
They ask, “Did anyone NOT know this retreat was clothing optional?”
I raise my hand.
I mean, I knew that the hot tubs were clothing optional, but the WHOLE RETREAT?!
This I did not know.
So I swallowed VERY HARD, TOOK A DEEP BREATH, and I STRIPPED.
Yes, I did.
When in Rome, you know.
And as it turned out, it wasn’t that bad.
We, as Americans, have far too prudish an attitude about nudity than other countries.
I made it through my naked weekend just fine.
But it’s been years since I did a naked retreat and I must admit, the idea of doing it again kinda scares me.
Why am I bringing this up?
Because I’m going to a party which is clothing optional and I will of course be invited to socialize in the nude.
In some way, being naked is wonderful because it removes all the barriers we put up to keep people at a distance from us.
There’s lots of connection when you see the vulnerable side of people.
But in other ways, being naked is awful because it removes all the barriers we put up to keep people at a distance.
And that provides safety.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but if I had to guess, I say I’ll go in the hot tub naked but I will socialize with my clothes on.
This American is only SEMI-PRUDISH!