For those of us residing north of the Equator, today is the first day of Spring for 2018! For many of us, the days not only continue to grow longer as daylight lingers before sunset, but the outside temperatures slowly begin to warm as well. Change is in the air and around us everywhere! I realize that it’s a little premature to strip off all my clothes and traipse about in nature bare – but that day (hopefully) isn’t too far away!
Usually, by this time of the year, many of us are definitely ready for the seasonal change from Winter into Spring. We are too tired with the dreary surroundings that come with the cold weather. The bare trees, the lack of colorful flowers, the absence of sunshine all combine to make every day seem endless. The cold weather and forceful winds aren’t very pleasant and perpetuate the feeling that the season will never go away.
Just as I’ve written here previously, the title of this site, ReNude Pride, is a play on the word, renewed. Just as the Springtime brings with it a renewal of life with the return of foliage on trees and flowers in nature, so to with the Springtime and being bare. In the Spring, for those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere, we also welcome with open arms a return to outdoor nudity as well as a return to nature and living clothes-free.
S’naked is nothing more than a combination of the words, snow + naked = s’naked. As the combination suggests, it is a variety of activities that bare practitioners (naturists, nudists) engage in when outside in the snow. It involves whatever activities the men who are s’naked wish to engage in, from snow-ball battles to lying down and creating snow angels. The possibilities are endless and there are no guidelines as to what does or does not constitute s’naked. That’s the beauty of being bare in the snow!
People have a remarkable tendency to fear what they haven’t yet experienced and to stress over what may or may not be worth the effort. I don’t know why this happens unless it is just an aversion to the “unknown.” We don’t know the outcome so we approach something with dread and trepidation. Funny, we all came into this world not knowing what our respective lives had in store for us. Did that make us shy away from the birth process? If you’re reading this post, then we all know the answer to that question.
And here we are again, another end of the month. Farewell to November, 2017. Of all of the 30-day months throughout the year, November always seems – to me, anyway – to be the shortest of all the “shortys.” I’m really not sure why this is so, perhaps the reason is to just get the rest of this year behind us and start a new one.
One of the best reasons for all bare-practitioners (naturists, nudists) in the Northern Hemisphere to pack their passports, beach towels and sunscreen and fly-away to South Africa is upon us. It is now almost South African Nude Week. A time for South Africa to feature and showcase itself as a premier destination for all of us who enjoy the delights of clothes-freedom.