As I sit crafting a piece that explores the literal and metaphorical experience of being publicly naked, I realize that maybe I could give my father a break.  He’s a strong supporter of the Archives but I know some of my candid retellings may be hard for a dad to read.  I think my last post, At the Threshold, pushed his own.

I believe there’s strength in vulnerability.  And I’m dedicated to an honest sharing despite what others may think.  It may not always be comfortable, but I’m lucky that I can share a laugh about it – especially with my father.

I’ll certainly keep working on my story of how stripping down with strangers somehow connects us through our vulnerability.  But for today, I think I’ll rest and keep it light.  Sometimes it’s enough just to post some pretty pictures.