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<channel><title><![CDATA[MARTIER SOUND MEDITATION - Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.martiersoundmeditation.com/blog]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blog]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Sep 2024 08:52:22 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Naked]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.martiersoundmeditation.com/blog/naked]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.martiersoundmeditation.com/blog/naked#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2019 18:25:47 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.martiersoundmeditation.com/blog/naked</guid><description><![CDATA[I left my sarong, spread out long for lounging and Deva Om, in the care of someone I just met, to walk into the Pacific just after sunset.I walked slowly, stopping to chat with a young family of a naked, chubby one year old boy who was joy personified, stumbling across the sand, fists full, putting what must&rsquo;ve felt like miles of distance between he and his mama.&nbsp;&#8203;I thought about my soon to be a chubby grandchild on this very beach a year from now.I stepped in and was surprised  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span>I left my sarong, spread out long for lounging and Deva Om, in the care of someone I just met, to walk into the Pacific just after sunset.</span><br /><br /><span>I walked slowly, stopping to chat with a young family of a naked, chubby one year old boy who was joy personified, stumbling across the sand, fists full, putting what must&rsquo;ve felt like miles of distance between he and his mama.&nbsp;<br /><br />&#8203;</span><span>I thought about my soon to be a chubby grandchild on this very beach a year from now.</span><br /><br /><span>I stepped in and was surprised by how cool it felt after the 97&deg; day. I reached in with cupped hands and brought the water to my forehead and heart.</span><br /><br /><span>Later tonight after I turned every light off in my house, I went out to the pool, naked.&nbsp;</span><span>Floating in the water listening to geckos and wind, I offered myself up to the jungle saying, &ldquo;Here I am. Take me.&ldquo;</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>