I took my embroidery to the pool sitting there as my children and husband splashed. I was the side-line woman, cozy on her nest of towels and quaint stitching, but inside… besides the wonderful chance to breathe deeply and remain calm I became a little fascinated by the characters around me.
Possible I have found a small down side to parenting, in that; one becomes so absorbed with ones own children, that it is easy to miss out on the brightening activities from other folk.
In Australia I am known for my brave and shameless nude beach sessions but then again I pick my spot, dusk and dawn or deserted southern stretches.
Liberation as I have seen today is yet to reach the main beach Australian culture, but not here, um not in the slightest and at best it was a refreshing display, at worse I was put in my place as a less then wild child.
Mothers walked around top less, breast-feeding nudie babes, a hand full of 3- 5 yr olds stomped about in full freedom and the young and old and very old alike waded in g-strings and tanning oil.
No one blinked or looked twice, nor was they’re any wisp of exhibition. As we left I passed surfers whom finished carving up the waves, sat with straight backs and chanted Mantras to the sunset and I wondered if not everyone was freeing their hearts, bodies and minds in nature this day.