Showing posts from August, 2015

Time + Tragedy

"There's nothing wrong with loving who you are, she said, 'cause He made you perfect babe
So hold your head up girl and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say:
I'm beautiful in my way 'cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set...

I'm on the right track baby, I was born to survive...
I'm on the right track baby, I was born to be brave"

--Lady Gaga
Four days after Mom & I set foot on Australian soil, we rolled into Monkey Mia Nature Reserve just before dawn.  About 900 kilometers north of Perth, situated at the tip of one of two spindly peninsulas extending abnormally from Western Australia, world-famous Shark Bay's main draw is the permanent families of Indo-Pacific Bottlenose Dolphins.  These mammals were the single reason for Mom's & my anti-podean pilgrimage.
Despite the chill in the air on that drab morning, the waters of Monkey …


"All the world's a stage, And all the men & women are merely players"
-- William Shakespeare

Sometime around the year 2010 an idea rooted itself in my mind & flourished.  I wanted to visit a nude beach.  To me it seemed like the epitome of letting go, physically and mentally.  Strip off your clothes &, likewise, strip away your inhibitions.  Leave your self-consciousness in that stack of clothes. A nude beach embodied absolute freedom.  Freedom to feel the wind and water on every part of your body. Freedom from others' judgment equated to acceptance.

On occasion I would get into debates with friends or survey coworkers on the subject.  Still fixated on this nude beach goal, I tried finding one on the Greek Isle of Santorini in 2011, but never did.  Now, in 2015, I was 3 weeks into my 5 week road-trip around Western Australia when I first read the words "clothing optional" in a tourist pamphlet in Exmouth (pronounced "ex-muhth").

There w…