I Need A Beach Day

I still have the "Monday Blues" that i had when I was a kid. Monday's have always been slow work days so I kind of drag my heels a bit. I don't work out at the gym very hard because of having to do my shot later on. I don't want to stir up any "funky" hormones before the estrogen. Most of the day I have doing it (the shot) on my mind and it makes it a little tough to focus on things because of it. Post shot, it's wonderful. I don't know if it's psychosomatic or physical, but the world is better. I can't describe, but everything feels just as it should (and as it is).

A great Monday is to get up early, do the darn shot and then head off to Baker Beach. I can take a little nap, enjoy the sun and just be at one with nature. Laying in the sun nude with the sound of the waves... aahhh. For me, it's an intense closeness I feel with the world and everything around me. It's a glimpse of oneism. If I close my eyes, I can hear the blood moving through my veins and the pound of the surf. I can feel the sun enveloping my body in a soothing caress. It's a moment of pure eros. It transforms. I want to feel that all of the time. Meditiation helps.


On a much more superficial level, I didn't get to experience that in Boston. I was a naturist back then too. I was a member of a club and we had a few beach days during the summer. We had a section of sand that we had to build cloth walls so we could take our swimsuits off. Then to go in the water, we'd put them back on and once sufficiently deep enough, we could take them off and attach them to these floats that would buoy about and give us our freedom from our clothes. Yeah, "freedom".

Now, I'm about 20 minutes from my front door in the middle of San Francisco to the sand at Baker. That's an amazing thing! I miss it. I love San Francisco.