A time of rebirth

Two weeks ago, we still had several inches of snow on the ground; within a day or two, it would mostly all be gone. Today, I look out my window and the snow has gone, the skies are blue with only the occasional cloud, the sun is shining, birds are chirping and spring flowers are beginning to burst into life

It’s not especially warm; it is, after all, the west of Scotland, in February but there is almost no wind and, compared to the minus figures we were enduring just over a week ago, 10oc feels positively balmy.

So, at lunchtime, I stripped off and walked round the garden, feeling the grass under my feet, finding the sunniest spot and just stood there for several minutes for no other reason other than the fact I could.

What little wind there was made the short hairs on my arms stand on end, but it felt good; good to feel the first feeble warmth of the pre-spring sunshine on my skin, good to just be part of that rebirth, that coming back to life after long, cold months of darkness and cold.

A few minutes was all I could manage, but it was all that I needed; it was all that I required to feel as if I had started to emerge from my winter cocoon to face the promise of longer, warmer days.

I can’t lie, I was glad to get back indoors and put my clothes back on; sipping from a hot mug of coffee, but my spirit was still out there, naked and free, acknowledging my part in the world.

We all need those moments; those times where we just shift phase and exist; a few quite seconds to be free of our burdens and cares. Returning to my desk, nothing has really changed; my workload is still what it was before I stopped for lunch, I am still the same person I was, and the world is largely no different from how it was half an hour ago. And yet those few moments of peace, those few moments of standing naked at the end of the garden, listening to the blackbirds and feeling a gentle warmth on my face have filled me with a promise of what will be.

In spring, we brush off the mantle of winter and are reborn.

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6 thoughts on “A time of rebirth

  1. Silk Cords February 23, 2021 / 12:52

    Fabulous post. 🙂 It’s very well expressed and shows a very human side. I think readers sometimes forget that adult oriented writers are normal people also.

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  2. David Mei February 23, 2021 / 13:50

    You captured the feeling of spring. It is still near freezing here but we are above zero. And 20 degrees warmer than last week. The Sun is out and the days are noticeably longer. Spring is on its way. Another month or more and we will have daffodils.

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  3. Marie Rebelle February 24, 2021 / 15:18

    Oh to be naked outside in the sun… that sounds so good! I can’t wait for our spas to open again, so I can enjoy a day outside, especially now the weather is getting better 🙂
    ~ Marie

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  4. thebarefootsub February 25, 2021 / 08:55

    I love refreshing my spirit in this way too. The fresh air on my skin invigorates and refreshes me.

    We popped up into double figures here on Monday, it felt positively balmy! Spring may not be here yet, but the promise of it is. Thank you for linking up N

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  5. collaredmichael March 10, 2021 / 11:49

    I’m glad to hear of your little foray into outdoor nudity—that is such a welcome thing! I love being nude outdoors! I love seeing others nude outdoors too! lol


    • Mòrag March 10, 2021 / 14:14

      Hopefully the weather will soon be warm enough that I can do it more often and for more than just a few minutes without turning blue

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