Float naked.

My best holiday moment has finally happened.

Yesterday morning I padded quietly down to the beach by myself. Only a few people were in the distance, also stealing some quiet moments alone with the Med, since every afternoon it's a busy buzzing flesh-fest. And then I watched the sun rise from in the water, naked--glowing white in the still warm aqua. I floated effortlessly. Stared at the sun streaming along the water onto me. Revelled in the big dome above me. Floating on your back in the water, you can really experience the earth as globe. And I love globes, circles, curves. Usually the the world does look just flat. A new perspective bringing me a little closer to the reality I forget.

And the freedom. Heaven better be like floating naked in the Med. Floating, soaking in the light, enjoying the weightlessness. No feeling is quite like the weightlessness of swimming. The closest thing I've felt lately is having no home, very few belongings, isolated by language--ie. being on this trip. It can be unsettling. To just float and trust--that nothing is going to swim up and bite you in the ass. I think that's why we cling to physical possessions. Piles of weight to tether us to the ground so we don't just float off weightless. Even homeless people gather a cart of stuff--debris from our modern life. We like stuff. It's safe. Keeps us feeling physical instead of floating off into the world of spirit which is just so strange and unknown. But what if all our feelings of dread are for nothing? What if the only thing in the water is Good? We've been able to shake loose for a few months, and it's been freeing, like being naked in public with no shame, just pure enjoyment.

Do it. Float naked. I dare you.