Picking Apples

Picking crab apples in our back yard.

Picking crab apples in our back yard.

It’s another hot day here on the prairies. After our morning walk I was given a few tasks for the afternoon and evening while my wife went off to work. One of those tasks was to pick some of the apples off the low-hanging branches as they were getting in the way of mowing the lawn. Naturally, I, being who I am, decided to pick the apples skyclad. And no, I wasn’t worried about being kicked out of the Garden of Eden. I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness like Adam and Eve. And, I am sure that the Creator would have appreciated my being comfortable just how she/he made me. I filled the pail and found that the branches, lighter due to my efforts, took their normal position above our heads so that we could mow the lawn without ducking.

There is no question that passers by on the street which I was facing, could have seen me, but not necessarily my nakedness. After all, there was a fence in the way and an open space between the two houses that stood between myself and the street. I only take reasonable risks as I really have no intention of upsetting people in our little community with my nudity.

When the apples were picked, it was time to pick some rhubarb which my wife will make into some delicious jams and fruit. Later, when it cools off, I will be watering the vegetable garden which is verdant and showing signs of being bountiful this year. Gardening is a traditional prairie past-time in small towns, however it is not so common in larger towns and cities. Gone are the times when people raised or hunted for their food.

Picking Apples

Like Adam before me, I found myself picking apples off a tree wearing nothing but sunshine.

Like Adam before me, I found myself picking apples off a tree wearing nothing but sunshine.

It’s another hot day here on the prairies. After our morning walk I was given a few tasks for the afternoon and evening while my wife went off to work. One of those tasks was to pick some of the apples off the low-hanging branches as they were getting in the way of mowing the lawn. Naturally, I, being who I am, decided to pick the apples skyclad. And no, I wasn’t worried about being kicked out of the Garden of Eden. I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness like Adam and Eve. And, I am sure that the Creator would have appreciated my being comfortable just how she/he made me. I filled the pail and found that the branches, lighter due to my efforts, took their normal position above our heads so that we could mow the lawn without ducking.

There is no question that passers by on the street which I was facing, could have seen me, but not necessarily my nakedness. After all, there was a fence in the way and an open space between the two houses that stood between myself and the street. I only take reasonable risks as I really have no intention of upsetting people in our little community with my nudity.

When the apples were picked, it was time to pick some rhubarb which my wife will make into some delicious jams and fruit. Later, when it cools off, I will be watering the vegetable garden which is verdant and showing signs of being bountiful this year. Gardening is a traditional prairie past-time in small towns, however it is not so common in larger towns and cities. Gone are the times when people raised or hunted for their food.

A Sunny Day On The Prairies

It has been a good day for me with the sun shining and warmth filling every pore of my body. This morning I drank my morning coffee outside and then meditated before hanging out a few loads of laundry on the clothesline. Of course, everything was done skyclad.

When it was noon, I decided to go for a hike without knowing how far I would hike. I left my home wearing a pair of shorts, a hat, hiking shoes and toed socks while carrying a day bag with two extra pairs of socks, a large bottle of water, and a wrap which my wife made for me for cover-up purposes when necessary.

I walked to the corner, almost a kilometre from my house. At the corner we have friends living on the northwest side of the road. As I turned south, I passed two more farms that are active within a few hundred metres. One and a half kilometres later I crossed a grid road and then walked passed another friends home, one of my golfing buddies.

No one was at home, so once I was passed the row of trees that hid the little used dirt road from his house, off came the shorts (see star). It was a long walk of five kilometres from that point to the base of the Mondau Hills with the last part just a faint tractor trail that wound its way down from the plain towards the old lake bottom which is now hay land.

The journey was quick with five of eight kilometres walked skyclad. Of course I kept my senses alert in case I needed to put on the wrap in order to avoid getting in trouble. Going back was a repeat of the outward bound trail. I stopped before my friend’s house to put my shorts back on and to change my socks. Three hours and fifteen minutes later after walking in full sunlight with a temperature of 28 C. (82 F.), I was back at home. It was a good day for hiking as most of the hay is cut and curing, the crops have all been sprayed, and most people were indoors with their air-conditioners or gone to the lake. Most days this wouldn’t be a possibility for nude hiking with the exception of perhaps the last two kilometres on the outward leg..

Back home, the clothes came off the clothes line, and then I enjoyed some cold ice-tea before heading inside to write up this post. I am looking forward to the next week as sunshine is forecast for each day with temperatures getting even warmer.

A Sunny Day On The Prairies

Hiking from home to the Mondau Hills.

Hiking from home to the Mondau Hills.

It has been a good day for me with the sun shining and warmth filling every pore of my body. This morning I drank my morning coffee outside and then meditated before hanging out a few loads of laundry on the clothesline. Of course, everything was done skyclad.

When it was noon, I decided to go for a hike without knowing how far I would hike. I left my home wearing a pair of shorts, a hat, hiking shoes and toed socks while carrying a day bag with two extra pairs of socks, a large bottle of water, and a wrap which my wife made for me for cover-up purposes when necessary.

I walked to the corner, almost a kilometre from my house. At the corner we have friends living on the northwest side of the road. As I turned south, I passed two more farms that are active within a few hundred metres. One and a half kilometres later I crossed a grid road and then walked passed another friends home, one of my golfing buddies.

hiking nude

hiking nude

No one was at home, so once I was passed the row of trees that hid the little used dirt road from his house, off came the shorts (see star). It was a long walk of five kilometres from that point to the base of the Mondau Hills with the last part just a faint tractor trail that wound its way down from the plain towards the old lake bottom which is now hay land.

The journey was quick with five of eight kilometres walked skyclad. Of course I kept my senses alert in case I needed to put on the wrap in order to avoid getting in trouble. Going back was a repeat of the outward bound trail. I stopped before my friend’s house to put my shorts back on and to change my socks. Three hours and fifteen minutes later after walking in full sunlight with a temperature of 28 C. (82 F.), I was back at home. It was a good day for hiking as most of the hay is cut and curing, the crops have all been sprayed, and most people were indoors with their air-conditioners or gone to the lake. Most days this wouldn’t be a possibility for nude hiking with the exception of perhaps the last two kilometres on the outward leg..

Back home, the clothes came off the clothes line, and then I enjoyed some cold ice-tea before heading inside to write up this post. I am looking forward to the next week as sunshine is forecast for each day with temperatures getting even warmer.

A Few Private Moments In Time

Cleaning up after an noon meal on the patio.

Cleaning up after an noon meal on the patio.

The wind is still blowing and my allergies are having their own private festival. Since it is quite cool and overcast, most of the time, I don’t feel guilty for hiding in the house seeking some relief however fleeting that relief might be. In spite of the sneezing, runny nose, stuffed and achy head, I do take time to play games outside with my grandchildren. As I sit in my office and write up this post, my grandchildren are off to the swimming pool with their dad, and my wife and our daughter are off to get a few more groceries to feed all, I have a rare luxury of being alone and cleaning up the lunch mess on our patio table. This time alone is treasured and chores don’t intrude on this alone time. If anything, I am able to do a better job of it because of no distractions. As well, I get to do them skyclad.

Just out of curiousity, I did a web search to see if there was any way that naturism was useful as a way to relieve allergy symptoms. The first thing that popped up was a book called¬†Beat Your Allergies, in which the author Rob Hicks includes the suggestion of including indoor naturism (Why getting naked might be just what the doctor ordered) as one strategy. I don’t have the book, so I have little to say about the book or exactly what the author is advocating. That left me with doing the usual routine of nasal spray (Dristan), headache pills (Advil) and allergy meds (Reactine) ¬†so that I could return to some semblance of being a sociable person.

With my nasal passages again open, I am ready to rejoin my grandchildren for a few hours of bonding time.

Naturism And The Search For Self

Inclement weather.

Inclement weather.

As you can see, the weather outside is frightful with the wind gusting up to 100 km/h bending over trees and the rain blurring reality as I look out the window. Inside, my four visiting grandsons are busy with computer games, eating, running around the house and listening to music. This is definitely not one of those peaceful times that one associates with retirement. It is definitely not a day for being skyclad. All of that said, it is a good day because of the presence of my grandchildren, a loving wife and a warm home.

In a few days, silence will again fill the house and the temperature should move from today’s high of 15 C. (60 F.) to a summery high of 30 C. I will have time enough for sunbathing in our yard, and taking hikes into the countryside where I can perhaps hike some of the distance while nude. In the plans are a visit by my wife and I to Helios, a naturist campground community near Edmonton en route to hiking in the Canadian Rocky Mountains by Jasper, Alberta.

I have been spending some time writing for a winter project which involves presenting Jungian psychology concepts while interweaving a bit of Buddhism and Naturism into those presentation. The first presentation is all about “self.”

Most people take great pains to create a self-image that they come to believe is the truth about who they are. Teenagers are famous for this as they adopt clothing styles and attitudes that will mark them as individuals, as unique. Yet for all the effort, all we are doing is creating barriers that hide the truth of who we are. We are investing most of our identity in our camouflage. The camouflage is not just the clothing we choose to hide behind; our camouflage involves what we do, our societal roles, our relationship roles, our games with ourselves. We get lost in a minefield that has been created by our minds.

Naturism is one path by which we can begin to recover what we have lost. It isn’t the only thing we need to do if we are to regain the wholeness of self. But, it is a good start.

Naturism And The Search For Self

It is a good day to stay inside where it is dry and warm.

It is a good day to stay inside where it is dry and warm.

As you can see, the weather outside is frightful with the wind gusting up to 100 km/h bending over trees and the rain blurring reality as I look out the window. Inside, my four visiting grandsons are busy with computer games, eating, running around the house and listening to music. This is definitely not one of those peaceful times that one associates with retirement. It is definitely not a day for being skyclad. All of that said, it is a good day because of the presence of my grandchildren, a loving wife and a warm home.

In a few days, silence will again fill the house and the temperature should move from today’s high of 15 C. (60 F.) to a summery high of 30 C. I will have time enough for sunbathing in our yard, and taking hikes into the countryside where I can perhaps hike some of the distance while nude. In the plans are a visit by my wife and I to Helios, a naturist campground community near Edmonton en route to hiking in the Canadian Rocky Mountains by Jasper, Alberta.

An image from Norway that asks this eternal question.

An image from Norway that asks this eternal question.

I have been spending some time writing for a winter project which involves presenting Jungian psychology concepts while interweaving a bit of Buddhism and Naturism into those presentation. The first presentation is all about “self.”

Most people take great pains to create a self-image that they come to believe is the truth about who they are. Teenagers are famous for this as they adopt clothing styles and attitudes that will mark them as individuals, as unique. Yet for all the effort, all we are doing is creating barriers that hide the truth of who we are. We are investing most of our identity in our camouflage. The camouflage is not just the clothing we choose to hide behind; our camouflage involves what we do, our societal roles, our relationship roles, our games with ourselves. We get lost in a minefield that has been created by our minds.

Naturism is one path by which we can begin to recover what we have lost. It isn’t the only thing we need to do if we are to regain the wholeness of self. But, it is a good start.