The Best Bathtub

Another weekend is here again. We go to the nude beach in Miami every weekend. And although I am grateful for that time spent, I miss being oceanside everyday.

When we lived closer to the beach, I’d ride my bike there every morning and run South while the sun was coming up. It was awesome to see the Atlantic everyday, like visiting a friend.

Sometimes she was in a bright and cheerful mood; the water perfectly still like the best bathtub the Goddess ever made and little fishes would come and nibble on your toes or glide against your body, playing with you.

Sometimes she was in a dark and stormy mood and made it rainy and windy. Swimming in the rain is intense, especially if there’s a strong current, its like you’re right there in the middle of it all, Mother Nature’s chaotic PMS trip.

I’m spirit tired. I’m craving nature in a way you wouldn’t believe.

I need to be rejuvenated by her motherly embrace. Not just for a weekend, or short stay, but a while.

I need connections with real people. I need sisters.

I need prosperity in the economic and spiritual sense.

Thank you for all of the lovely advice for writer’s block.

I love the audience I have here. You guys really have awesome timing, sometimes I’ll be having a really bad day and get the best email or myspace message about how someone likes my pictures or blog and it inspires them to take pictures or be more open sexually. Seriously, thanks.