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Naturism Can Help

Naturism has a history of helping in troubled times.

During the late 19th and early 20th centuries, sunbathing was found to be useful for the treatment of Tuberculosis, a lethal infectious disease, as well as other ailments. To help the suffering, sanitoriums were set up in the mountains of Europe to provide patients sun and air baths, preferably in the nude. The combination of rest, fresh air, and sunshine (with its disinfecting and vitamin D producing qualities) helped bodies to heal. Ultimately, this practice was adopted by otherwise healthy people, and a Naturheilbewegung (Nature Healing Movement) emerged in Germany, which became the foundation for the early Nudist Movement.

After World War I, much of Europe and particularly Germany was impoverished and weak. The Nudist Movement grew substantially during this time not merely as a form of recreation, but as a way to regain health. A person from that era described it as follows:

“From early childhood, my sister, brother and I were brought up by our parents among the nudists of Germany, in times when the World War was at its ending and nudism was in everybody’s mind as a possible means of overcoming the misery and suffering of the young generation during those sad days.  It was to be a methodical introduction of a new movement, derived from the traditional institutions of athletics and sports and medical scientific centers already in existence.  So, nudism was related to the imperative necessity of restoring the youth of Germany to their normal strength, rebuilding them body and mind and soul by a thoroughly healthy and simple life, including calisthenics, fresh air, sun, games and rest.” 1

While things ultimately went awry in Germany, setting in motion another world war, for a time and for a portion of their populace, the embrace of nudism was restorative in the wake of disaster.

In the United States, the initiation of the Nudist Movement is considered by many to have occurred in 1929, just a few weeks before the great stock market crash and the start of the Great Depression. 2 Despite economic hard times, or perhaps in response to them, the movement grew in numbers and enthusiasm throughout that time. The early pioneers suffered arrest, persecution, and other challenges, but they found in this pastime a physically, mentally, and morally enriching way of life and a community that offered many benefits without requiring a great deal of money.

After World War II, Nudism flourished in several countries behind the iron curtain including East Germany, Czechoslovakia, Croatia, Russia, and others. Not much is documented as to why this was so, but one can imagine that the feeling of freedom Naturists experience when they shed their clothes is something that could have considerable appeal to people living under an authoritarian regime.

It is now the spring of 2020, and much of the world is beset by a harsh viral pandemic and in a state of severe economic distress. Practicing Naturism will not solve these problems. However, history shows that Naturism can be helpful in endowing its practitioners with physical health, mental comfort, and up-lifted spirits to help them endure and persevere. Judging by the chatter on social media, it does appear that many people, subject to various lock-down and work from home restrictions, are taking advantage of this opportunity to enjoy some clothesfree living. Interestingly, this seems to be the case not just with veteran Naturists but also some normally textiled folks as well. Perhaps history will repeat, and we will see a fresh pulse of interest in Naturism as Corona Lock-down Naturist Newbies rush for the sunshine when constraints get relaxed.   It would be a good thing if more enjoyed the benefits of this wholesome practice. 

1 Gertrude L. von Hausmann, “American Nudism as Seen by a German,” The Nudist, December 1933, Vol. II #10.




Naked Snacks for Thanksgiving

Your body is a blessing, flaws and all.  The gift of life is a wonder, in easy times and hard.  We are coming upon Thanksgiving, a time to be grateful, to rest and to eat, hopefully with ones we love. 

With thoughts of food and feast, here are some suggestions of things to put on the table.  We admit we are suckers for any product branded “Naked.”  These pictures are not an advertisement; we are not getting anything for this.  We are just Naturists; we like Naked.

We also endorse the messaging of these products.  They are being marketed as Naked to communicate that they are pure and natural and therefore wholesome, healthy and good.  These are core qualities of Ethical Naturism.  So, any enterprise that promotes Naked to the broader population as pure and natural, wholesome, healthy and good is on the right track as far as we are concerned. 

Happy Thanksgiving to all.


A Mother’s View of Nudism

The clocks have changed; leaves have fallen, and a cold front is coming through.  With a click of the gate, clubs around these parts are now closed for the season.  In this spirit, we present the following article titled “A Mother’s View of Nudism” by Arlene Frazier.  It was published in the February 1936 issue of The Nudist magazine, and it shares a mother’s end of summer reflections about her family’s life at camp.  Much like a Norman Rockwell illustration, it conveys a sense of what America was like in that simpler time, but it also captures much of what can still be experienced at a nice naturist club today.  Enjoy!

“Boy, do I wish it were May again, or that I might fly with the birds to Florida!  Such glorious summers of fresh air and sunshine have I never spent before!

However, the warm days being over and chill winds just around the corner, methinks clothes won’t be so bad – a few at least.  There are times when even a nudist can shiver!  For instance, those last few volley-ball games have been rather goose-pimplish but, after all, well worth our travel to the camp.  Who among us wants to give them up?  There is companionship, fun and jollity in a merry crowd out for a game or two before old Jack Frost is with us for good!  Of course we are nudists, but we are sensible, too, and nearly all of us have worn sweaters, shorts and shirts these last few weeks.

How it all came about you ask?  Crippled with Rheumatism several times over a period of years, my husband was told he should acquire all the sun possible.  So, in his younger days he and several others of his chums camped out mostly in the nude on one of our many secluded, wooded spots where they had access to the river for swimming.  They had a fine time.  Folks that knew about it thought they were “nuts.”  Maybe they were.  However, they enjoyed themselves, and my husband’s health improved radically.

We now have three husky youngsters, and they do love it at camp!  They have learned to swim, dive, play numerous games with others of their own age, all unhampered with clothes, and it certainly is a sight to behold our youngest, at the tender age of three, his chubby little body wrestling with a big volley-ball, and getting it over the net sometimes too!  And they are learning about nature the same as in olden times when the Greeks and Romans considered their beautiful bodies something to admire and respect, not just to be used as clothes-trees, – to be hidden away and never exposed to the exhilarating sunlight and fresh air.  Have you ever walked nude in the woods with God’s glorious sun on your body?  That is really to live, as we who have tried it know.

What is more inviting than a panful of sizzling bacon cooked on the camp stove near the open tent, or the prospect of a delicious meal eaten on the tiny porch of a bungalow overlooking the trees and fields in the distance?  And the comfort of preparing those meals can never be compared to other days and other ways, summer days when clothes in the hot kitchen were inevitable and all the cleaning-up an inescapable aftermath.  But now we have the prospect of a peaceful sunbath after dinner on our blanket, or a lazy hour in the hammock with a book or magazine!

Towards afternoon the crowd gathers on the playfield, some to indulge in deck-tennis, others in volley-ball, while here we find quite a lovely game of baseball in progress.  Doctors, lawyers, ministers, artists, teachers, one and all are youngsters again!  And the children with their see-saw, swings and wading pool are happy little gnomes enjoying nature as God intended they should – with no agonizing thought for starched dresses, or clean suits but just life in another world of mud-pies, sand trails, miniature rivers and waterfalls, for all the world like their happy Indian brothers of long ago.

Now for a shower with plenty of soap, a shower enlivened with quips and jolly laughter, many splashes and gay talk.  Then to our wonderful pool with its ever-fresh water flowing directly through at all time, built under such difficulties and therefore all the more appreciated.  Now there is a game of water-polo on and the big ball comes at you, now disappears, to come up again at some far distant point least expected.  What fun!  Have you ever tried it?  No slipping shoulder straps or tight suit to interfere with the glorious freedom – truly, how can one ever don a suit again?

“Watch this one, Ma,” and here we have our oldest demonstrating his high dive, proud of his performance – and well he may be for he practiced and learned how all by himself.  And it certainly is something to have the children learn to swim for, apart from service in the emergency of life-saving, the beneficial and health-giving qualities of swimming and its development of muscle, poise and beauty of body can never be too highly praised.

Goodbye till another time.  We leave our beautiful Eden, and the click of the gate brings to mind another workaday world.

Oh, we truly are nudists, and proud of it! 1

1 Arlene M. Frazier, “A Mother’s View of Nudism,” The Nudist, February 1936, Vol. V #2, p. 10.


ANRL Celebrates 40 Years

This September, the American Nudist Research Library had its 40th birthday.  This happens to coincide with the 90th anniversary of the start of the Nudist movement in America (September 1929).  For both ANRL and the Nudist movement these are important milestones because they demonstrate the ability to continue beyond their founders.  It is not unusual for a social movement or an organization to catch on initially but fade after its initial advocates depart.  Culture changes slowly, so many good ideas, like Nudism/Naturism, need to persist for several generations before they reach their ultimate potential.

The ANRL serves an important purpose.  The pioneers of the movement and subsequent generations produced a rich history of social change and a body of work that lays out the persuasive case for why society should embrace this healthful but unorthodox lifestyle.  Archiving these materials and making them available to a broad audience provides a legacy and a foundation for future generations to build upon.  It is an institutional memory for the movement, and it shows a measure of pride that the current generation values what has gone before.  The conservation and stewardship of the ANRL collection is thus important both for today and for posterity.

The ANRL has been an inspiration to  The idea for this blog germinated from our discovery of ANRL’s trove of early out of print books, and we return regularly to source new ideas.  Any Nudist/Naturist interested in better understanding what they are a part of should visit.  The ANRL isn’t the only such collection in the country, but it is a leading one.  Importantly, they have formed a consortium with the other major collections, which bodes well for the future.

We congratulate ANRL on 40 years and look forward to the 50th ten years from now!


The Ethical Naturism Triad

Ethical Naturism integrates three foundational principles into a holistic life philosophy:

Acceptance of self – No body is perfect; no self is without flaw.  However, the way we acknowledge our imperfections and live as our true selves can be a source of great beauty and a pathway to self-actualization.

Respect for others – No body is perfect; no self is without flaw.  However, the way we treat others and respect them as they are can be a source of great goodness and fellowship.

Harmony with Nature – We are all creatures of the earth and interconnected with the whole of creation.  Opening ourselves to Nature can awaken us to the miracle that is our life and all life.

Stéphane Deschênes, proprietor of Bare Oaks Family Naturist Park, produced a nice illustration of these principles in a “Triad,” which is shown below1:



The Triad is also embodied in the International Naturist Federation’s definition of Naturism:

Naturism is a way of life in harmony with nature characterized by the practice of communal nudity with the intention of encouraging self‐respect, respect for others and for the environment.

Comment –

The Ethical Naturism Triad is about relationships: to oneself, to others and to Nature.  It is essentially an expanded version of the Golden Rule… to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.   However, it expands this rule by applying it not just to others but also to yourself and to Nature.  This seems like an obvious thing to do, but people have a way of neglecting or mistreating themselves, others, or Nature in some form or another.  So, the Triad guides one to build healthy, balanced relationships with all three (yourself, others and Nature) and by doing so improve your physical, mental, emotional and spiritual well-being.

Obviously, these principles can be instructive regardless of whether one’s clothes are on or off.  So, what does the Triad have to do with Naturism?  Well, Naturism is a tool, a way to inculcate these values into one’s life.  There is something about being socially nude with others in a well-managed Naturist setting that causes people to instinctively adopt respectful behaviors and manners.  These are innate, but the authentic and pure experience of others and the natural world has a way of releasing one from the drives, insecurities and artificially imposed conditioning of textile society.  The Naturist experience thus evokes a sense of connection and belonging that is distinctly convivial and that nurtures a beneficent culture that is not easily achieved in everyday society.  In this way, the practice of Ethical Naturism helps people to internalize the attitudes, manners and habits that promote a healthy mind in a healthy body, and this guides their conduct regardless of how they are dressed.

People engage in nudism for a variety of reasons, and no one approach is necessarily superior or righter than another.  However, the Ethical Naturist approach is attractive because, besides being just plain fun, it can inform the set of ethics one chooses to live by.  More than a century of experience has shown that, when properly practiced, Naturism is effective at helping people lead healthier and happier lives.  Who doesn’t want that?  Moreover, it is fair to imagine, that if enough people embraced Ethical Naturism, our society might perhaps become just a little bit nicer.



Dale Sneaks Into A Nudist Camp

Every nudist/naturist has a story.  The process of taking that first leap or of being a practitioner navigating cultural taboo is a journey.  Everyone who has taken this path has had challenges that brought personal growth, and the narrative of their life has been shaped by the experience. 

Today, we share one such tale found on YouTube titled Dale Sneaks into a Nudist Camp.  It concerns a young man who innately senses the essentiality and rightness of nudism to who he is.  A good-natured pastor’s son, Dale is curious and irrepressibly drawn to what he has been told is prohibited.  Forbidden knowledge is a classic temptation, and he decides to perpetrate a deception of his parents to travel secretively to a nudist camp.  His adventure is filled with trials and tribulations, but he is rewarded by the discovery of the uniquely human and convivial qualities of nudist culture.  Many readers will nod or smile when they hear aspects of his story that are common to their own experience.

Dale’s journey is not easy.  He has a series of hardships as well as nervy and awkward moments.  His initial trespassing into the camp is particularly challenging (and comical), but after 20 minutes, his eyes are opened to the normalcy of it all.  He observes that there are all kinds of bodies, and that no one is embarrassed; all are accepted.  He feels released; curiosity turns to appreciation, and he feels free and relaxed about the body.  He notices that people seem real, open, relaxed and happy, and he feels encouraged by a joyful presence of humanity that he had not experienced before.  It is an epiphany.  He committed some wrongs to get to there, but they turn out to be those painfully awkward, fully human stumbles to a moment of grace.  The taboo he broached is rendered faulty.  What he experienced is, in fact, good!  But for a sunburn, his adventure finishes all’s well that ends well… especially because his mother did not pry.  He crossed the Rubicon, and his life changed for the better.

Enjoy listening to this and reflect on your own naturist journey.  A link is provided below.

Note: If you are under-age, don’t use this video as inspiration to do something foolish.  Times have changed, and Dale took a risk.  Such a trip today could present considerable danger, and you are likely to cause problems for everybody involved.  There are safer ways to bring Naturism into your life.

Halcyon Memories

August has arrived, and that means it is time for the Ethical Naturist to turn off the computer, close up the shop and get outside for some recuperative holidays of recreation.  Life is challenging, and the better we care for ourselves, the better we can care for others.  So, today’s piece conveys what we are seeking for the weeks ahead.  It comes from a book titled Rhapsody in Nude published in 1949 by the Halcyon Outdoor Club, an association unfortunately lost to history. 

This should be our last post until sometime after Labor Day.  Stay tuned though because lots of good ideas are percolating for the fall and beyond.  Until then, we wish blessings of sunshine, laughter, good health and friendship to everybody.  Enjoy.

 “Outside my trailer it is one of those star-drenched, radiant nights intended for dreams and the makers of dreams.  The moonlight has laid a quivering path of light across the pool, and the white rocks are gleaming on the distant mountains.

From the hills a soft breeze is blowing gently swaying the shrubs along the trails.  Clouds move lazily between the moon and the stars.  The air is mild, sweet scented with the flowers of the valley.

My house trailer stands under a giant oak tree in Camp Halcyon.  The camp lies in an idyllic location in a little mountain valley thirty miles from Pittsburgh.  It is a place of peace, ideal in which to read, write, meditate or dream.  It is a tiny haven of stillness between green mountains.

The magic memory of the days I have already lived here comes to me, every now and again, like the echo of some youthful love – mellow and sweet creeping across the barrier of weeks, months and years, to rest for a moment, like a sigh, like a kiss… and it is gone.

It is a free, healthy and simple existence I am living here, bathing in the open and running wet and naked knee-deep through the grass in the early morning sunshine, after waking to watch the dawn.

And out in the busy world live people, millions of them, with too many walls around them, too much roof above them, too many clothes upon them and too much food inside them – many of them sick and unhappy, tired of life and living.

Here in this hidden little valley, we live a wholesome and nudist life in the golden sunshine of Western Pennsylvania.  It is a real life, a happy life, a life worth living.

My trailer is compact and comfortable, my food is healthful and simple, and I am happy and contented here.  Nudist camp life with its friendliness, its spirit of cooperation and simplicity will always be my ideal way of living – a happy haven away from a world which bids fair to wreck us in a maelstrom of worries and frayed nerves.

Here in Halcyon, a mountain paradise which beckons him who is weary of a harsh world, life is easy, serene.  There are no yesterdays or tomorrows.  Time is without beginning or end, for here is a place which truly is a bit of heaven come to earth, a testimony of what our world of strife and turmoil might be like if all people chose to make it so…” 1

1 “Halcyon Memories,” Rhapsody in Nude, (Harrisburg, PA: Harrisburg Book Club, 1949), P. 105.

What Trees Can Teach Us About Our Bodies and Ourselves

The following passage titled “Trees” by German author and poet Hermann Hesse is not about Nudism, but it is very much about Naturism.  It may be bold to submit such a beautiful meditation as support to the Naturist idea; we do so humbly, but we believe the “Nature” part of Naturism is just as essential as the “Nude” part of Naturism. 

The human body, as the physical manifestation of the self, is as the body of a tree.  Though our life experience may be different than that of trees, Hesse reveals the wisdom and spiritual power that can be gained from them.  If you have ever marveled at a magnificent tree or felt the mood of a verdant forest, you have sensed some of what he expresses here so eloquently. 

There is much in Naturist/Nudist literature describing the evocative experience of being naked in Nature.  The growing interest in “Free-hiking” also suggests that something inside us is responsive and awakes to interacting with Nature unclothed.  Perhaps nakedness makes it easier, if we “have learned how to listen,” to hear what trees and the rest of creation have to say.  Enjoy.

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. . . . Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” 1

1 Hermann Hesse, “Trees,” in Wandering: Notes and Sketches, Translated by James Wright (New York: Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, 1972)

Seeing and Being Seen

“We come here because we like to see and be seen.  Really… if someone isn’t comfortable seeing or being seen… well, they shouldn’t come.”  So declared a nudist couple in a recent poolside conversation.  The comment initially struck us as odd and perhaps supporting the textile view that nudists are just voyeurs and exhibitionists.  However, these folks went on to explain with earnestness and sincerity why they held this view.  It was an interesting conversation that is worth sharing, so we have tried, as faithfully as memory allows, to capture the substance of it below.

First, they pointed out that in a nudist setting everybody looks, but nobody stares.  This in fact occurs in all communal groups whether people are wearing clothes or not.  It is human nature to be aware of those about you and to form impressions of who you are with.  Being nude adds a dimension and is better because people are presented and observed as they truly are not as an adorned or masqueraded version of themselves.  It is naked truth.  This couple basically said, “We like to be honest and authentic with others who are being honest and authentic with us.”

Second, they said that to see and be seen nude is like a relational bargain.  To be naked is to be vulnerable, and to present yourself in a vulnerable state to others is to make a declaration of trust.  They said it is like when a dog rolls over and invites you to rub its belly.  It is a gesture of trust that establishes a friendly bond and is graceful to the parties involved.  This couple was saying “We enjoy giving and receiving trust to make friends and experience being in community with others in this peaceful, friendly and cooperative way.”

Third, they pointed out that to be a nudist is to be in the minority.  Society at large does not embrace this practice.  Those that do know that it is good and like to mingle with others that see things the same way.  It is affirming.  Thus, the couple explained, “We like to recognize and be recognized by others as being part of this lifestyle that is right and good.”  It is an act of solidarity.

Not every nudist/naturist feels as motivated or ideological as these people do, but the points they made seem fair and reasonable.  They were thoughtful and were clearly engaging in Nudism for right reasons.  Even if you skinny dip just for fun, without any motivating philosophy, you will still, in all likelihood, experience or feel some sense of honesty, authenticity, trust and common bond when doing it with others.  This is what these folks were talking about.

Like One Reborn

This past weekend was blessed with warmth and sunshine on the little corner of earth we occupy.  Everything popped.  The trees are green again.  Flowers are in blossom.  Birds have returned from their migration, and all is alive and awakened from winter slumber.  The beauty is stunning.  For those of us who live with long, dark and cold winters, this is a time of rebirth.  In this spirit, it seemed fitting to share the following piece of romantic writing.  Titled “Like One Reborn,” it was written by Alline George and published in the April 1934 edition of The Nudist magazine.

While not explicitly about springtime, her work captures beautifully the transformative power of Nature.  Her experience stripping away the artifices of manufactured society and opening herself to the evocative beauty of the natural world illustrate how Naturism can enable one to experience the rapture of being alive and feeling free.  It is clear Alline George got the magic and was inspired. 

You may note that she uses the word “man” a few times in the piece.  To be clear for gender sensitive readers, these are references to humankind not to the male gender.  Enjoy.

“Maybe I am a trifle mad, born as I was twenty-five percent human, seventy-five percent elemental, being forced to exist in a most complex man-arranged world, surrounded by man-opinionated people for eons and ages, then suddenly, with no mental preparation, to be allowed to GO HOME, home to an island filled with dim thickets, dew laden grass, and filtered moonlight that was ever trying to catch the shadows that stole out as dusk deepened; an island where soft singing pines nodded to white bodied birch trees that stood barefoot on a carpet of soft moss and fragrant needles.  Around this Father Neptune had poured his choicest vintage of cold intoxicating lake water, and so silently had it come that not a stone or leaf had rippled enough to disturb the fair landscape at the bottom of the lake.

To this enchanted spot, overarched with a sky emblazoned with stars, I came like a homesick child.  My half mad mate in his sensitivities to my starved soul had called forth the mystic elements, fire and a huge light and the warmth reached out across the water and drew me in.

In the clear, keen night air that called for coats in that far-away man country, I suddenly flung all clothing aside and all white and nude and joyous, I rushed over the dewy carpet of needles into the dim forest and there for a moment I stood tiptoe, stretching out my arms to the white bodied birch trees, with whom I felt a sisterhood, and then slipped into the silken folds of the water, and so quietly that there was no sound save the murmuring lullaby of the waves as they received me into their arms.  While I lay there in the cool embrace of the lake gazing up into the midst of whatever gods there be – I recognized my oneness with it all.

Suddenly back onto the shore, wrapped about with the soft breezes, drops of clear crystal dripping from my body, silhouetted in the glowing flame, I, standing on the cool earth with Nature’s three mystics, air, fire and water, in attendance, let all conscious thought leave me and went wholly mad, or all earthly madness left me and there stripped to life, I was for once, sane.  Throwing open my arms to the all of everything, and crying out in a wild pagan call, sinking on to the magnetic earth and looking up with a cleared vision, I knew I had come to my heritage.  Never again could I be a cringing slave, for I had felt the majesty of life.” 1

1 Alline George, “Like One Reborn,” The Nudist, April 1934, Vol. III #4, p. 23.