Naked In The Garden of Eden

 

In the Garden with a Magical Other

In the Garden with a Magical Other

I was out with my good wife for another one of our ten kilometre walks that became slightly longer as we went off the beach into a forested area and took some Garden of Eden photos. It was an interesting time as we found three different photo locations, one of them on the edge of the beach with people working only about 50 metres to the south and about 75 metres to the north. That beach scene was the site we used for Adam and Eve and the Apple scene.

Today, it is a day free from taking photos and writing as we both need to do other things rather than get into a rut. For me, it becomes time to organise, cull and edit photos for the poetry book, as well as taking a long walk into the village to buy provisions for the next while. Living not far from the sea for three months means that we do all the “normal” things of life such as grocery shopping, laundry, etc. We cook most of our own meals and clean up after ourselves as if we were back home in Canada. And, that is good – normal life rather than thinking of this as a resort holiday.

Naked Offering Of Soul To One's Significant Other

It is a strange thing, this feeling called love that pulls us into relationship with another person. Falling in love with someone who is a mystery, a being surrounded in a field of golden light, a stranger that is more god-like than human is finding oneself in the presence of the Magical Other. In our modern western world, we long with every fibre of our being that we will find ourselves in the presence of this Magical Other who will be open to receiving our hearts and souls, offering his or her heart and soul in return.

There are many stories of Romantic Love that have come to us over the history of humanity. And of them all, not one ends well. There is no way for the Magic Other to survive, and the “self” that is drawn to that “Magic Other.” Sometimes it results in literal death to the “Star Struck Lovers.” Sometimes, most often, it translates into the sense of loss of the other who has suddenly become a stranger, not the person, or should I say the “image” with whom one had fallen in love. Sadly in our times this has resulted in an increase in divorces, spousal abuse and even suicide.

There is a lot of trust needed in order to navigate one’s vulnerability and the vulnerability of one’s partner in order to learn to see the reality of the significant other, the person behind the star-struck aura that romantic love blinds us. In depth psychology, we call it withdrawing projections and owning one’s own stuff, including the contrasexual soul that we place as a burden on our significant others.

Romantic love makes for good stories and movies, but it promises one an interesting life, one filled with as many highs as lows – it all comes down to balance.

Naked Offering Of Soul To One's Significant Other

It is a strange thing, this feeling called love that pulls us into relationship with another person. Falling in love with someone who is a mystery, a being surrounded in a field of golden light, a stranger that is more god-like than human is finding oneself in the presence of the Magical Other. In our modern western world, we long with every fibre of our being that we will find ourselves in the presence of this Magical Other who will be open to receiving our hearts and souls, offering his or her heart and soul in return.

There are many stories of Romantic Love that have come to us over the history of humanity. And of them all, not one ends well. There is no way for the Magic Other to survive, and the “self” that is drawn to that “Magic Other.” Sometimes it results in literal death to the “Star Struck Lovers.” Sometimes, most often, it translates into the sense of loss of the other who has suddenly become a stranger, not the person, or should I say the “image” with whom one had fallen in love. Sadly in our times this has resulted in an increase in divorces, spousal abuse and even suicide.

There is a lot of trust needed in order to navigate one’s vulnerability and the vulnerability of one’s partner in order to learn to see the reality of the significant other, the person behind the star-struck aura that romantic love blinds us. In depth psychology, we call it withdrawing projections and owning one’s own stuff, including the contrasexual soul that we place as a burden on our significant others.

Romantic love makes for good stories and movies, but it promises one an interesting life, one filled with as many highs as lows – it all comes down to balance.

Naked Offering Of Soul To One’s Significant Other

Will You Marry Me?

Will You Marry Me?

It is a strange thing, this feeling called love that pulls us into relationship with another person. Falling in love with someone who is a mystery, a being surrounded in a field of golden light, a stranger that is more god-like than human is finding oneself in the presence of the Magical Other. In our modern western world, we long with every fibre of our being that we will find ourselves in the presence of this Magical Other who will be open to receiving our hearts and souls, offering his or her heart and soul in return.

There are many stories of Romantic Love that have come to us over the history of humanity. And of them all, not one ends well. There is no way for the Magic Other to survive, and the “self” that is drawn to that “Magic Other.” Sometimes it results in literal death to the “Star Struck Lovers.” Sometimes, most often, it translates into the sense of loss of the other who has suddenly become a stranger, not the person, or should I say the “image” with whom one had fallen in love. Sadly in our times this has resulted in an increase in divorces, spousal abuse and even suicide.

There is a lot of trust needed in order to navigate one’s vulnerability and the vulnerability of one’s partner in order to learn to see the reality of the significant other, the person behind the star-struck aura that romantic love blinds us. In depth psychology, we call it withdrawing projections and owning one’s own stuff, including the contrasexual soul that we place as a burden on our significant others.

Romantic love makes for good stories and movies, but it promises one an interesting life, one filled with as many highs as lows – it all comes down to balance.

Naked Alchemy and Naked Poetry

Red King and White Queen of Alchemy

Red King and White Queen of Alchemy

I have been playing with Photoshop as there is one photo needed in the “We” section that talks about the union of opposites, the claiming of ownership of one’s inner feminine for men, and inner masculine for women. Claiming the inner contrasexual nature allows one to become whole, something impossible to do when we project our inner nature onto another person, typically our significant other.

This image has a long way to go (borrowed), and is no where near what I have now achieved for the Naked Poetry 3 book. Of course, I won’t be posting that image here as it will remain a mystery until I publish the book. So far I have five poems completed with a few of the photos completed for those poems. The process is becoming more and more a collaborative process as my wife becomes a sounding board for ideas, and in the process adding in her ideas as well. The results are making the book even better because of that collaboration. But then again, after fourty-three years of married life together, it is only to be expected.

Finding Adam Naked On A Caribbean Log

Caribbean Adam

Caribbean Adam

This isn’t the photo that is going into the poetry book [saving it as a surprise for those who buy the book], but it is the site where the final photo was taken. My wife took a lot of photos changing the angles and orientation as well as the size of “Adam” in the photo. The final photo is in portrait format in order to fit into the book.

When the photos were taken yesterday, around noon, we were about 200 metres from the closest resort. Since it was lunch hour, we had the area to ourselves, something that wouldn’t have been possible and hour earlier or later. I was out on the log for about fifteen minutes, going out a second time with a change in light conditions. What if a few beach strollers had happened by as I was on the log and my wife was busy taking photos? Neither of us had a plan as I would have had to get off the log and walk to shore and a bit more to get my bathing suit back on, a process that might have made the situation worse instead of better. It is sad that one has to consider these things rather than just be respectful of self and others in a non-exhibitionist manner.

Likely we will head out again today hoping to get a number of “Aphrodite” photos and perhaps a few “Garden of Eden” photos in our garden added in for good measure. There are many photos yet to be taken and most of the poems still to write. Hasta mañana!

Finding Adam Naked On A Caribbean Log

Caribbean Adam

Caribbean Adam

This isn’t the photo that is going into the poetry book [saving it as a surprise for those who buy the book], but it is the site where the final photo was taken. My wife took a lot of photos changing the angles and orientation as well as the size of “Adam” in the photo. The final photo is in portrait format in order to fit into the book.

When the photos were taken yesterday, around noon, we were about 200 metres from the closest resort. Since it was lunch hour, we had the area to ourselves, something that wouldn’t have been possible and hour earlier or later. I was out on the log for about fifteen minutes, going out a second time with a change in light conditions. What if a few beach strollers had happened by as I was on the log and my wife was busy taking photos? Neither of us had a plan as I would have had to get off the log and walk to shore and a bit more to get my bathing suit back on, a process that might have made the situation worse instead of better. It is sad that one has to consider these things rather than just be respectful of self and others in a non-exhibitionist manner.

Likely we will head out again today hoping to get a number of “Aphrodite” photos and perhaps a few “Garden of Eden” photos in our garden added in for good measure. There are many photos yet to be taken and most of the poems still to write. Hasta mañana!