Monthly Archives: March 2016

Cover Photo – Book Three

I am in the final phase of producing book three for publishing. I am hoping that the book will be ready for mid-April. I do have the cover ready for the book. I am including the cover and the explanation which is included in the book, for the cover photo.

BookCoverPreviewThe cover photo needs some explanation in order for it to make sense. There are five images in the photo collage. The top left image is one that I have called The Magical Other. The book begins with life lived with my Magical Other, the woman who was the place holder for my soul. The top right image shows the practice of meditation, one of the vital strategies that I have used in my journey of healing. The bottom right image illustrates the intellectual part of my journey of healing, the work of Carl Gustav Jung that finds a place for soul and spirituality in the practice of depth psychology. The bottom left image presents a scene from my journey through nature while skyclad in which nature, the sun, and the elements serve as part of the healing process, a physical dimension to match the intellectual and spiritual dimension. The central image is one that reclaims life through the willingness to embrace love.

The second part of the cover photo that needs some explanation is the use of different hues for four of the photos. The reason for these hues – black focus, white focus, yellow focus, and red focus – has to do with the four stages of psychological transformation as a healing process. The dark stage is called negredo and it is characterised with a loss of life force – depression. The second stage is called albedo, the whitening stage. In this stage, there is a gaining back of energy as one moves from darkness into awareness. The third stage is called citrinitas, the yellowing stage. It marks the removal of projections, especially those projections that place one’s positive qualities onto others. It’s taking off the rose-coloured glasses that blind one to the realities of others while keeping one blind with regards to oneself. In other words, one gains real wisdom. The last stage, rubedo, is the reddening stage. This is where the self is “reborn” as a whole person. In simple terms, one has finally got his or her “shit together.” It is only when this process has repeated over and over again that one can finally be able to see both self and others with clear eyes.

It is only at this point that a union of a man and a woman can hope to become a truly equal and holy marriage – not the original marriage of a couple blinded by the light of the other.

Getting Ready To Change Focus

Wearing the green for Saint Patrick's Day.

Wearing the green for Saint Patrick’s Day

It has been a while since my last post. As you likely know, it is because I have been totally focused on writing book three in the Healing Skyclad series. Yesterday, on St. Paddie’s Day, I finished up my final draft of that book. The book is now out to someone who will edit the book for errors and omissions. I will be adding in a photo section at the end of the book with real scenes from the story.  It feels good to have that major work done.

I will be publishing the book within a month and making it available through Amazon for both print copies and e-books. Unlike the first two books in the series, there will be no free e-books made available.

So, what will I do now with all of my free time? We have about two and a half weeks left here in Mexico before we return to the Canadian prairies. I am sure that once we return, scenes such as the one you see today, will have to wait until next year when we return to our home in Mexico.

On the prairies, there is a different kind of beauty, a different face of nature that is just as compelling. I am fortunate to be able to find time and space for naturism in both places.

Learning the Moves

Morning meditation on the patio beside our garden in Puerto Morelos.

Morning meditation on the patio beside our garden in Puerto Morelos.

I was fortunate to get some sunshine for part of my meditation this morning. Before my twenty minutes was done, a light shower had decided I needed to be baptised . It has been that kind of day here in Puerto Morelos. We walked ten kilometres along the beach and barely made it back to the casa in time to take our laundry off the clothesline before we got a downpour. Yes, we do need clothing in our town. Only the garden is clothing optional as is a small section of the beach in front of the Desires resort.

Work on my book is proceeding well and as expected. I expect that the rest of the day will become a writing day. This evening we are going to learn how to dance the Salsa. Dancing is this week’s top diversion with another Salsa lesson on Friday with a Rock and Roll dance night on Thursday. No lessons needed for the Jive as we have basically perfected our moves with more than forty years of practice. That’s it today from Mexico.

The Bronze Age

Relaxing in a Mayan garden

Relaxing in a Mayan garden

I am slowly finding my way to a darker shade of whatever colour I am in between long sessions of writing here in Puerto Morelos. I finished the first draft of the book at 67,000 words. At this point as I try to clean up the mess of that first draft, I am now at 77,000 words. I have to admit that I am becoming more and more pleased with this third in the series of “Healing Skyclad,” or what I often call the Broken Road series.

As most of my readers are aware, I get to live and write while nude [for the most part] here in Puerto Morelos, a small fishing village on the Mayan Riviera. It is pleasantly warm with more sunny days than cloudy days, giving me ample time to work on getting rid of a faint tan line due to the need to wear a bathing suit while walking along the public beach. That same bathing suit serves as an arm band when I go into the sea to swim and cool off from our daily ten kilometre beach walk.

Besides getting enough vitamin D, I am able to eat well here in Mexico as the fresh fruits and vegetables are cheaper than junk food. Good food and good exercise has allowed me to feel so much better following that bloated feeling we all seem to get over the Christmas season. The high walls of my garden allow me to have a sacred space for uninterrupted meditation and quiet time for reading. Life is good. I have a month left of this paradise before heading home to Canada and the last stages of a prairie winter.