I haven't had a vacation for twenty years, and I don't want one, I'm having too much fun. And I do things effectively, so I'm far from over-worked.
Things do slow down in vacation time of course, so if you want to make a go of that membership you have been meaning to get, now is a good time. (Notice the super-offer on two sites at once.) And make sure your friends hear about DOMAI.com too. Thanks.
Hello Eolake: Here is something I wrote for consideration in your newsletters. I hope you enjoy it (it is all true).
[To the email subscribers: I made mistake, the quote in the email came from this newsletter.]
A few years back when I was a senior in high school I had an wonderful experience, though I doubt at the time I truly appreciated as much as I should have. I attended a school of a several hundred and was on the x-country team. I was no wear near our fastest runner. Out of the boys, there was just one slower than I, though in races I was often found in the middle of the pack of all those running the same races as I, and with every race I broke my personal record.
One of the races my team participated in was more for fun than competition. Sure some of the top varsity runners ran it for time, but most people from all the schools present, finished it and never knew their time. For in this race we had lots of hills, lots of mud a creek or two and part of the experience was getting covered in mud, or at least what you hoped was mud My fellow jv team mates and I at one point even carried a makeshift flag with us, and our female teammates threw mud upon us at one point.
Thus once the race was all over, most if not all of us were cased in mud, even our coach got a bit on him, thanks to a hug we gave him at one point right after getting his pictures taken with us, a picture which ended up in the yearbook and in which I could hardly recognize myself.
So after all the running was over, people tried to wash off, a bit in the creek, and then there was an outside area set up with a makeshift shower rig, with several nozzles to spray down upon people. I went there at a time when few were showering, in fact I think at the start of my time there was perhaps just two others, and at one moment just one other being there.
It was a fellow senior from my high school, who I think I had a slight crush on at one point prior. She had transferred into our community sometime in those four years of high school. She had amazing long wavy to curly black hair, and one of the most amazing smiles, both with her lips and eyes that just brought a wonderful joy to me.
It was here in the open shower area, as I stood there trying to wash mud off of me and the clothing I wore I found myself turning, and seeing her remove her top, and there in my presence she stood, the water cascading upon her, knowing she was not alone, but at peace, and being perfectly natural and seemingly normal about her actions.
She stood at an angle toward me, so I saw but just the side of the smooth pale skin of her left breast, and the light pink of areola and nipple, along with the smile upon her face, and her smooth stomach and back. It seemed normal for her to act in such a way, in my presence. Though I was extremely shy, and I am sure perhaps a bit of shock ran through me to see a woman so freely remove clothing outside in mixed company in a society where that seemed not to be the norm.
(Though why the lack of clothing is so taboo in our society I have never understood, some point to religion, but as a trained and ordained minister I find no reason with that, rather religion pointing us to respect and honour the worth of all, which the taboos sometimes do the exact opposite of by forcing clothing, by placing shame on aspects of the Holys creation, and leading to exploitation ).
The moment was brief, however I will never forget the gift of beauty and peace she shared with me that day, by being herself, being open with her beauty. Often when I come here to Domai and read the stories of others in the newsletter, or see the beauty that is shared by your various models and captured by the various photographers I am reminded of that moment, of pure innocence, pure beauty and peace.
I doubt she remembers showering topless in my presence, nor that she knows of how much her act of being herself, meant to me, how much it lead me to admire and respect the female form, but I am grateful all these years later for that gift. I am thankful as well for those who share their Domai moments, and for the models and photographers who seek to share a bit of the Holys creation with the rest of us.
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