the naked neighbor

a song + an art project + a poem + an invitation

welcome moon gazer, flower admirer, skinny dipper, public crier, tree hugger, shower singer, notes app poetry writer, early riser, coffee drinker, tea sipper, living room dancer, sunset lover, and everyone in between. this is sacred somethings, musings on sensitivity, embodiment, grief, and the sacred in every day.

i’m glad you’re here.

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a song:

I’ve long joked on dating profiles and among my friends that I’m the naked neighbor. I flit between the rooms of my apartment boldly and braless. When I arrive home, it usually takes less than ten minutes for me to lose my jeans and opt for the comfort of my underwear. On the evenings when sleep evades me, I can be found dancing (nude) with my shadow in the candlelight. There’s a delicious freedom and playfulness in these moments spent communing with my nakedness. This song is a great accompaniment.

an art project:

Last week, I was joined by one of my loves for a naked neighbor themed art project. Tenderly, through a symphony of giggles, we painted our biddies, creating swirls of color right on our chests. The paintbrush was soft, cool, and soothing, like a love song to my skin. My face flushed warm with girlish glee. I absolutely love how the piece turned out.

I made a tiktok about this cute project, you can watch here!

a poem:

I recently sat down to write a poem inspired by my naked neighbor tendencies. What I intended to be an unserious piece turned out to be tender and profound. I hope reading it touches you like writing it touched me.

window pane / growing pains 

morning sun, a familiar hue
i stretch and sigh 
my body carrying the weight 
of who i thought i would be

this life is not what i expected 

i catch a glimpse 
of myself 
in the window pane
naked in the living room 
i shed my shame at the door 

if this is what it takes to heal, 
i’ll do it every morning

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an invitation:

I invite you to sit with your own nudity sometime, if it feels safe to do so. Perhaps you could light a candle, brew some tea, or play your favorite song. Try running your hands over your shoulders, your belly, your thighs. Tenderly notice the delicacy and texture of your skin. As you bring your awareness to your physical form, thank her for carrying you, holding you, containing you, supporting you. If you feel inspired, I recommend a paintbrush and a blank canvas.

As always, thank you for your presence <3

Love,

Kenzi