It is with this modified form of sun-bath (not because the sun-bath, as
a treatment, is anything but admirable, but because it is in treatment
of disease that it is mainly used) that we have to deal. Everyone knows
how invigorating it is to have only the face and hands exposed to the
sun, a twentieth part of the body, that is to say, given the sun-bath,
not as a medicine, but as a sustainer of general health. Multiply this
by twenty then: instead of twenty minutes in the open air, expose the
whole body, if possible, when dressing, to direct sun-rays by an open
window; let the fresh air and the sun “have their sweet way.” Sunlight,
it is sadly true, is not always available, but light is better than no
light, and instead of hastening to dress after the bath in the morning,
throw the windows wide, and for as long as may be (though taking a
feeling of chilliness as a danger signal of Nature, indicating clothes)
let your body drink in light and air. If you are of imperfect
circulation, get warm first by a hot-bath and exercise, but remember
that as long as you are warm, there is no conceivable danger of catching
cold, and that on the first hint of cold you are almost certainly in
time to dress. Also the endurance of exposure increases rapidly, and
endurance of exposure is one of the first requisites of serene health,
of the health that no more bothers itself about danger of catching cold
than the enviable slumberer spoken of in the chapter on sleep bothers
himself about getting to sleep.
No wonder the sun in Greek times was the god Apollo, the young god of
health and beauty, of all that keeps men young and vigorous, of all that
keeps them sane and efficient. No wonder, also, that from time
immemorial the sun has been worshipped as the supreme god, for from
what else but his light comes growth and health? There he is every day
(or at any rate on some days) marching slowly for our behoof across a
beneficent heaven, and we are like children who clench their teeth when
the doctor comes, rather than show their tongue, if we strive by awnings
and parasols, and God knows what infamous devices, to shut out that
humane physician. Gentlemen, “The Sun.”
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