Naked In The Garden Without Tan Lines

Well, summer is more than half done for me when it comes to being skyclad.

Well, summer is more than half done for me when it comes to being skyclad.

I have about twenty-two days left for taking advantage of sunshine while au naturel before we head off to Spain for the remainder of the summer and a good portion of the autumn. While in Spain during the time we are walking the Camino de Santiago, there will be no time for being nude outdoors, at least that is what I assume. Perhaps at some point during the last part of October there may be an opportunity for nude beach time in Playa del Sol.

My all-over tan that was earned in Mexico has only been improved on here at home on the prairies with even fewer tan lines – no beach walks with mandatory swim suit. My yard is my naturist sanctuary that gets good use when the sun is shining and we are at home alone.

One of the things I have noticed since our sojourn in Mexico for the first three months of the year, is that I have regained the five pounds that I had lost there. It isn’t much, but it does show in the images of myself while skyclad. I have no doubt that these extra pounds will disappear while we walk from Saint Jean Pied de Port in France to Santiago in Spain, with extensions to Finisterre and Muxia added in – a total walking distance of approximately 1000 kilometres or 600 miles. We plan on walking about 20-25 kilometres each day, or 12 to 15 miles per day. Well, that is the plan; we just have to see what our bodies tell us about this plan.

 

In A Rose Garden Skyclad

I did promise you a rose garden unaware that the promise included thorns.

I did promise you a rose garden unaware that the promise included thorns.

A long time ago, there was a song “I never promised you a rose garden” that I used to sing to my wife. Well, the truth was that I had promised her a rose garden and had given her three red roses for a wedding bouquet to serve as a reminder of that promise. For many, many years those three roses have been kept in a preserved state, a place where they still remain. And, over the years, we have had roses in our gardens in our various homes. But, it wasn’t until we moved to this house thirteen years ago that we created a rose garden as seen here in this photo.

Little did either of us realise that the real rose garden has been a part of our life each and every day since the day we first met – a place of seasons that bloomed with promise of perfect, followed by seasons where that promise would fade and slip into frosty silence, and then return again in spring to uplift the spirit and blossom in the fullness of intentional relationship – unconditional love that dares to descend into darkness knowing that an ascent awaits back into the light. Naive? Perhaps, but it has worked for us for forty-four years.

Thoughts About Sunshine and Windows

Thinking of the sun returning.

Thinking of the sun returning.

Another gloomy day with little time for being nude. I shouldn’t complain as these days are rare days. I am having company down for a few days, my son and his young family. With cold, dreary skies and strong winds, wearing clothing isn’t such a big deal, especially when outdoors which is where we spend most of our time playing games, going for walks, and hanging around a fire in the fire pit I built in our yard. Roasted wieners and marshmallows are on the agenda for later in the afternoon.

Later today, I am hoping that my computer will be updated to Windows 10, an operating system that is supposed to undo the split personality of Windows 8.

Playing Naked In The Rain

Celebrate and orientate the self to become whole.

Celebrate and orientate the self to become whole.

It’s raining. It has been raining for more than 24 hours with the amount of rain surpassing 60 ml (2 1/2 inches) in the process. Last night moments after we had gone to bed, my wife suggested that it would be a good idea to put our cactus plants out on the back deck to get a good nature wash. Since we both sleep nude, the task of gathering the plants and then taking them out into the dark and the rain was done nude. There was no point in getting any clothing wet. We were both laughing as we worked quickly to complete the task. In the process, I tipped one cactus plant onto my right foot getting a few prickles in the process. There was no question about it, we had fun together.

The simple process of playing in the rain taught us a bit about ourselves that was beautiful. Some people would claim that what we did wasn’t good, perhaps even evil.  Jung wrote:

“good” and “evil” are opposite poles of a moral judgment which, as such, originates in man. [CW volume 11]

which basically translates into relativity rather than an absolute truth. We can only hold as truths those things for which we are predisposed to accept as truths. We even deny reality when it gets in the way of what we believe to be true.

My advice is to trust your self and not be bullied by the opinions adopted as moral truths by others; trust your body, mind and spirit.

Playing Naked In The Rain

Celebrate and orientate the self to become whole.

Celebrate and orientate the self to become whole.

It’s raining. It has been raining for more than 24 hours with the amount of rain surpassing 60 ml (2 1/2 inches) in the process. Last night moments after we had gone to bed, my wife suggested that it would be a good idea to put our cactus plants out on the back deck to get a good nature wash. Since we both sleep nude, the task of gathering the plants and then taking them out into the dark and the rain was done nude. There was no point in getting any clothing wet. We were both laughing as we worked quickly to complete the task. In the process, I tipped one cactus plant onto my right foot getting a few prickles in the process. There was no question about it, we had fun together.

The simple process of playing in the rain taught us a bit about ourselves that was beautiful. Some people would claim that what we did wasn’t good, perhaps even evil.  Jung wrote:

“good” and “evil” are opposite poles of a moral judgment which, as such, originates in man. [CW volume 11]

which basically translates into relativity rather than an absolute truth. We can only hold as truths those things for which we are predisposed to accept as truths. We even deny reality when it gets in the way of what we believe to be true.

My advice is to trust your self and not be bullied by the opinions adopted as moral truths by others; trust your body, mind and spirit.

Two Become One – Whole and Holy

Two become one and holyThe source of life transformed itself again and again and flowed through countless beginnings and endings as forms rose and fell until life filled the water, the air and the land.

Though seemingly fractured into separate parts, the unity and wholeness remained below the dawning level of awareness of the life forms that had emerged. The shiftfrom simply being into consciousness was the creation of an inner light that touched the eternal and universal presence that found a mirror in man, a temporal form that was both male and female.

“Ah, so is this supposed to be Adam and Eve?” questioned René?

“Yes – or perhaps you can see it as Adam in Eve, or Eve in Adam, a whole that exists when both become one. I like to call it a ‘holy’ wholeness,” the voice elaborated. That was my finest moment when I manifested as human.”

“Two as one?” René said startled by what he had just heard. “This sounds like alchemy to me.”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” admitted the voice. “But I want you to focus on two becoming one, a man and a woman cleaving together. Apart they are suffering and incomplete. Think of this as both a truth about humans and as a metaphor for holiness.”

“Metaphor?” puzzled René. “You mean like the union of darkness and light, of night and day, of consciousness and unconsciousness, or any sort of duality conjoined?”

“I knew you would get it,” chuckled the voice. It is only in the union of the parts that the whole is found, made conscious.”

“I noticed that there was no mention of Adam and Eve being naked,” noted René.

“Don’t worry, we’re not done here. There is more to come. I’ll give you a break until you have returned to your home. That said, until then, keep track of the dreams I bring to you.”

* * *

Frieda sat in the lounge restaurant with René at the airport. René’s flight was to leave in a little more than hour left until his flight left, an early morning flight on Scandinavian Airlines. He was to have a stop over with a connecting flight at Heathrow to an Air Canada flight with arrival in Ottawa in the afternoon. He had checked his bag and backpack, more than he had with him when he left Ottawa in order to walk the Camino.

“So you think it will be about a week to get everything taken care of before you come to Ottawa?” asked René.

“Likely a week, ten days at the most if I run into unforeseen issues,” Frieda confirmed. “But I don’t anticipate any issues,” she added with a smile as she squeezed his hand. “I’m really looking forward to meeting your children and your adorable grandchildren.”

Their conversation continued until it was time for René to go through security and proceed to the gate where his plane was waiting. René held her tight not quite believing he had somehow found this goddess who had accepted his love with a love equally as strong. She was beautiful beyond belief, she was wealthy, yet didn’t flaunt that wealth nor did she have an attitude of entitlement that frequently angered René when he met it with the rich and almost rich that he had met in Ottawa and in his work as a psychotherapist.

“Text me when you land at Heathrow,” reminded Frieda.

René smiled as he replied, “With three hours in the airport, I will probably wear out the tablet with messages. Love you, Babe.”

A final hug and kiss left René feeling filled with a warmth that went deep within him. Taking his small pack containing his new computer, his tablet and his camera, René walked to take his place in the line to go through security.

* * *

Two Become One – Whole and Holy

Two become one and holyThe source of life transformed itself again and again and flowed through countless beginnings and endings as forms rose and fell until life filled the water, the air and the land.

Though seemingly fractured into separate parts, the unity and wholeness remained below the dawning level of awareness of the life forms that had emerged. The shiftfrom simply being into consciousness was the creation of an inner light that touched the eternal and universal presence that found a mirror in man, a temporal form that was both male and female.

“Ah, so is this supposed to be Adam and Eve?” questioned René?

“Yes – or perhaps you can see it as Adam in Eve, or Eve in Adam, a whole that exists when both become one. I like to call it a ‘holy’ wholeness,” the voice elaborated. That was my finest moment when I manifested as human.”

“Two as one?” René said startled by what he had just heard. “This sounds like alchemy to me.”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” admitted the voice. “But I want you to focus on two becoming one, a man and a woman cleaving together. Apart they are suffering and incomplete. Think of this as both a truth about humans and as a metaphor for holiness.”

“Metaphor?” puzzled René. “You mean like the union of darkness and light, of night and day, of consciousness and unconsciousness, or any sort of duality conjoined?”

“I knew you would get it,” chuckled the voice. It is only in the union of the parts that the whole is found, made conscious.”

“I noticed that there was no mention of Adam and Eve being naked,” noted René.

“Don’t worry, we’re not done here. There is more to come. I’ll give you a break until you have returned to your home. That said, until then, keep track of the dreams I bring to you.”

* * *

Frieda sat in the lounge restaurant with René at the airport. René’s flight was to leave in a little more than hour left until his flight left, an early morning flight on Scandinavian Airlines. He was to have a stop over with a connecting flight at Heathrow to an Air Canada flight with arrival in Ottawa in the afternoon. He had checked his bag and backpack, more than he had with him when he left Ottawa in order to walk the Camino.

“So you think it will be about a week to get everything taken care of before you come to Ottawa?” asked René.

“Likely a week, ten days at the most if I run into unforeseen issues,” Frieda confirmed. “But I don’t anticipate any issues,” she added with a smile as she squeezed his hand. “I’m really looking forward to meeting your children and your adorable grandchildren.”

Their conversation continued until it was time for René to go through security and proceed to the gate where his plane was waiting. René held her tight not quite believing he had somehow found this goddess who had accepted his love with a love equally as strong. She was beautiful beyond belief, she was wealthy, yet didn’t flaunt that wealth nor did she have an attitude of entitlement that frequently angered René when he met it with the rich and almost rich that he had met in Ottawa and in his work as a psychotherapist.

“Text me when you land at Heathrow,” reminded Frieda.

René smiled as he replied, “With three hours in the airport, I will probably wear out the tablet with messages. Love you, Babe.”

A final hug and kiss left René feeling filled with a warmth that went deep within him. Taking his small pack containing his new computer, his tablet and his camera, René walked to take his place in the line to go through security.

* * *