There are some interesting views from Cardinal Karol Wojtyla, later known as Pope John Paul II. Quote: "There are circumstances in which nudity is not impure. If someone uses it to treat the person as an object of pleasure - even if it is by bad thoughts - he alone is the one who commits an impure act." [More text at bottom of page.] There is also this site.
Somebody pointed out to me that what we consider the viewpoints of a religion are very often the viewpoints of the culture which the religion is in. (Oh goodness, I've touched the R word again. I had sworn to stay away from that and the P word.) (No, not that one, I meant "politics".)
I am sorry I am saying less myself in this newsletter these days. There are two reasons:
1) After almost ten years there are not so many more ways you can say: "aren't women wonderful?" and "nudity is good". :)
2: For the past year, I have a new and broader outlet: my blog. Do visit, please.
Letters to Domai
Dear DOMAI When I was a teenager, my grandparents had a hunting lease in Central Texas. I accompanied them on many of the hunting trips in the winter months. There were several ponds on this lease where we would go fishing in the spring and summer. There was another family that hunted and fished on the same lease and we were frequently there at the same time. The other family had a daughter named Sarah who was my age. Sarah and I first met when we were ten and always did things together when we were at the lease. I had watched her turn into a beautiful young lady over the years.
One summer when we were seventeen, Sarah and I decided to go fishing in the middle of the afternoon. The temperature was around 95 degrees Fahrenheit, so my grandparents and Sarah's parents decided that they would go into town and do some shopping. We climbed on Sarah's four-wheeler and drove to the ponds. We fished for a few hours and talked for a long time. On our way back to our cabins, I was driving the four-wheeler. We were coming up on a pond where we swam quite a bit in the summer. It was spring fed and always nice and cool. A flood several years ago had ripped huge boulders out of this spot and made it about twenty feet deep. We could jump off the cliff into the water or slide down the waterfall. It was great fun. Thinking of how good the water would feel, I said to Sarah, "It's too bad we didn't bring our suits. We could go swimming."
"We could go swimming anyway," she said.
"You mean . . ." I said.
"Skinnydipping," she finished my sentence.
I turned the four-wheeler to the beach portion and shut it off. We got off the four-wheeler and stood there for a few minutes unsure if we really wanted to go through with this. Sarah finally said, "I'm getting in the water," and pulled her shirt over her head. She took off her bra and her breasts swung free. She pulled her shorts and panties down at the same time and stood in front of me totally nude. She was the first live girl that I had ever seen nude. I was speechless at her beauty. I know it seemed I was completely gawking, but I couldn't get enough of her beautiful body. I wanted to burn it into my memory forever.
She finally broke the silence and said, "Okay, I've shown you mine. Now show me yours!" I undressed and she said, "Nice! Let's go swimming!" We jumped into the water. I couldn't believe how good it felt on my bare skin. Sarah and I swam for a while having contests to see who could touch the bottom of the pond and who could hold their breath the longest. The water was crystal clear and I took full advantage to take in more of her beauty when I went under the surface.
We swam to the other side of the pond, probably 200 feet from the beach where we took off our clothes, and climbed on a small boulder that was just above the surface of the water. We sat there and talked for quite a while. At one point, I realized how absolutely natural it seemed to be sitting talking to Sarah. Neither of us were ashamed and I felt much closer to her.
Suddenly, we heard the motor of a four-wheeler. Sarah's parents were coming down the road. I suddenly got very afraid of the prospect of facing Sarah's dad. There was no way we could get to the beach and put our clothes on before they got there. I said to Sarah, "We're busted! What are we going to tell them?" She said, "Let's just sit here for a minute and see what happens." Her parents stopped the four-wheeler and her dad called out, "How's the water?" "Great!" said Sarah. "Come on in!" To my amazement, her parents began taking off their clothes and got into the water!
"What just happened here?" I asked Sarah. She began to tell me that they all went skinnydipping here often and went nude at their home most of the time. Her parents swam over to us and Sarah's dad said, "Is this your first time to skinnydip?" I told him it was and he said, "I hope you enjoy it as much as we do." We all swam for a while and slid down the waterfall. After an hour or so, Sarah and her mother got out of the water and laid on the beach to dry off and sun for a while. Sarah's mother was beautiful. She showed signs of being forty years old, but she had stayed in pretty good shape through the years.
Sarah's dad and I were out about fifty feet in the water and he said, "Look at them. Aren't they beautiful? You won't find anything more beautiful than a nude woman. Believe me, I've looked." Then he looked at me and said very seriously, "Appreciate the beauty of a woman and never take it for granted." We all went skinnydipping several more times over the years. I never forgot those words and cherished every moment.
When my friends talk about how many women they've "conquered" or how they slipped a peek at a girl, I remember those words of Sarah's dad and feel sorry for them. They will never truly appreciate the beauty of a woman. I have three sons now and I have repeated those words to them many times. I tell my daughter that if a boy does not cherish her, he is not worth her time. I thank Sarah and her family for teaching me such a valuable lesson which has stuck with me through my life and will help my children appreciate true beauty.