Nudity – A Fundamental Moral Problem

China Daily

I was reading an article from the People’s Daily Online, a Chinese newspaper, called, “Should naked human body be used as art symbol?” After having spent a number of years in China, I remain interested in the people and the country. Over the years, there have been a number of articles that wrestle with the issue of nudity in public. Nudity in private is a different matter in China. But, this isn’t really about nudity or non-nudity in China, it’s about how humans have found themselves in a very tight spot.

Classical nude, Chinese style

All humans are naked beneath their clothing, an evident fact when one is forced to remove a set of clothing for another set (there are people who avoid complete nudity by changing clothes under a loose robe) or when one takes a shower or bath (and yes, some people take showers and baths with some form of clothing to hide their nudity). In spite of the fact that we are naturally naked, being born without clothing, as a modern human species, we have a problem with that body. In simple terms, we find our bodies to be our enemies. And, it isn’t simply a matter of body-image where the right bit of plastic surgery or the right diet and/or exercise program will gift us with perfect bodies and therefore put an end to our obsessive love-hate relationship with our bodies. The problem goes deeper than that, much deeper.

Those who claim to be wise, tell us that it is all about religion, especially Christianity, Islam and Judaism. Religion is the rationale for strictures against nudity in the western world. Legal codes arise from church codes. A good case can be made for this, but it too simple of an explanation as it falls apart when we look both within and outside of the purview of these religions when it comes to accepting the naturalness of a naked human body.


God Forbid we see His Penis

Christ crucified by Benvenuto Cellini, 1562

Sometimes images betray unintended information about the human psyche. Benvenuto Cellini had his reasons for creating this image of Jesus Christ crucified almost five hundred years ago. He wasn’t the first of the last to show Christ nude. What is vital today, is that this image has so much to tell us about our human psyche and condition today. That is the power of what I can only say is a numinous image.

A numinous image is one that is more than a recording of a visual fact. If the image takes us deep within ourselves, or out beyond the realm of ordinary life where we can almost touch whatever it is that we call heaven or nirvana, then the image is numinous. Evoking a sense of mystery, holiness, awe, and even the presence of whatever it is that we struggle to name as the creative force of the universe, such images take us out of ourselves and into ourselves. And where it takes us, isn’t always about light. As often as an image takes us to the awe of creation and heaven, an image also makes evident the face of darkness, of fear, of anger, of hell.

As a naturist, a psychological naturist, this image speaks to me on a number of levels: the personal, the spiritual and even the collective level. Cellini has crafted in marble, man’s vulnerability. Even the Son of God is vulnerable. Seeing this vulnerability allows me to accept my own vulnerability with honour instead of shame. The path back home, back to from whence we came, like our entrance into this life, is a journey that can only be done naked and vulnerable. There is a need to give up – give up our beliefs, our religions, our anchors, all that ties us to where we are if we are to enter. No brand name article of clothing or footwear will serve as a passport to heaven. We must submit, naked and vulnerable.

I mentioned a collective level response to this image, to this historically accurate portrayal of crucifixion by Romans two thousand years ago. In our modern world, we have such a dread of being naked and vulnerable and we have adopted a sense of shame for being naked and vulnerable. For Jesus to be Son of God, then we need to cover up his nakedness. For Jesus to be the Son of Man, we need to deny his sexuality. A visible penis is too threatening.

In our modern world, an irrational fear grows more and more powerful. Mothers cover the eyes of their children at the first sign of nudity, especially male nudity. Any male caught exposed is branded a pervert and punished by the collective as a sexual offender.

In our modern world we learn to hide ourselves from others, even from ourselves. We learn that our bodies are not to be trusted. We learn that our bodies are imperfect and need serious modifications through diet, exercise, and surgery. We unconsciously come to believe that God messed up big time and had nothing to be pleased about at the end of the seventh day of creation. So, we cover up our bodies and cover up the body of a crucified Christ.

BRRRR! It’s Cold Out There and In Here

Charging the battery.

I’ve just read the news that it has been the warmest and driest on record for the past five months. Looking out the window at the clouds scudding by at breakneck speed with the occasional fleck of moisture that is trying desperately to call itself rain while the thermometer on the deck tells me that it is cold, I find myself huddled in two layers of clothes.

The day began cold with a temperature of 5 Celsius, but at least there was a hint of clear skies when I went out to set up the battery charger for my truck – the battery died as I haven’t driven the vehicle in over a month. Being brave, or perhaps not so bright, I didn’t wear clothing. After all, at at 5:30 in the morning there is little to no traffic in a tiny town on the prairies.

I did remain clothing free while working in my office thanks to an electric space heater. However, the moment I stepped out of the room, I retreated to the warmth of clothing. It’s just that kind of day.

Taking Care of Business, Skyclad

The final preparations for the garden.

The visit to Lethbridge is done and a good number of books were sold at the Chapters store in that small city. Now, I am back home taking care of business. The business included tilling the garden for a second time, and then taking a spade to the section that was still too wet for the use of the tiller. Now that is is ready, my wife will soon plant seeds which will provide us with a welcome harvest in the months to come.

Another part of the business that was waiting for me at home was the preparation of second editions, Canadian editions of my books. The René Beauchemin novels are now available at Amazon in their new formats. The Broken series of autobiographical books will be available in a matter of days as I have only proofs waiting for my attention. New size, new ISBN, and a new look for each of the four books. Now, I am back to re-writing book three for both series.

Free-Hiking as a Spiritual Communion with Self and the Word

July, 2017

I went through my private archives to find something to write about while I am visiting extended family in Alberta. I found this post written four years ago that I thought work revisiting and updating. The topic was hiking while naked. Since the first such attempts of hiking while nude in 2011, I have rarely gone a year without walking new trails and for longer distances. I imagine that I will continue to add to my free-hiking experiences with this coming season of warmth and sunshine. Below is the old post which features the trail pictured above which I have walked while skyclad many times now.

“To I was able to get out for a walk in the warm sunshine without having to wear clothing. I only had to drive about seven kilometres where I parked the car on a rarely used dirt road. From that point on, there were no farm houses or highways to intrude on my privacy. It was an incredible feeling having the sunshine warm me to the very core of my being while I walked another two kilometres on the faint trail. I have claimed this small part of the universe as my retreat centre.”

“Going without clothing is not about exhibitionism, at least when there is no one around and very little likelihood that anyone would appear on this long abandoned trail. Just in case, I did have a pair of pants as a cover-up if I was to see a farmer out seeding his new crop. Being alone on the back-country prairie hills, I have no intention of creating drama within my home area. Going without clothes is, for me, something very spiritual in nature. On the trail there is just mother nature, father sky and myself. This becomes my church, my place to be honest with myself and my creator. No cover-up, no lies.”

Back on the Road Again

A Buddha moment

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, we are off on another road trip, this time to Lethbridge, Alberta where I have a book-signing event, as well as some making and smoking of venison sausage at my brother-in-law’s house. Today was all about taking care of a few chores around the house, and doing some editing work on one of my books which will then be re-published as a second edition in the relatively near future.

Mowing the back lawn with Buddha supervising

First on the agenda was the mowing of front and back lawns. As usual, the back lawn was done while I was skyclad. Once that was done, I hauled out another section of basement wall wood slats which were removed to further expose cracked cement. The repair person will becoming in mid-

Removing nails

June to patch up the cement which will then allow me to replace the wood and drywall on the two walls that I have exposed. Once the wood was outside, I removed the nails so that the wood could be reused. Then, I took the wood into the garage to be stored out of the sun and possible rain until it’s time to reuse the wood.

With the outdoor tasks done, it was time for a Radler in the sunshine before heading back into the house to return to my work of editing another book. Until the next time, “Cheers!”

The Day After WNGD – In the Garden and Naked

Tilling the garden.

World Naked Gardening Day was yesterday and like a few others, I managed to get in a bit of garden pre-work while skyclad. This morning I actually got into the garden in order to till the soil so that it will be ready for my wife to plant seeds in due time.

Since many naturists find themselves needing to work on WNGD, their WNGD is typically

Lukas in the flower garden by the patio.

postponed until the day after (today) such as Lukas, my friend in The Netherlands.

That said, Lukas and most other naturists that I know usually do naked gardening all through the gardening season(s) when the weather is cooperative. The only time we would wear clothing in the garden while working is when a non-naturist would be present in the garden area. The last thing any naturist wants to do is to offend others and put their opportunity to be nude outdoors at risk. It just isn’t worth it.


May the Journey You Travel Include Time for Nudity

On the road to Prairie Suns.

Yesterday I took a trip to visit my friends Brian and Nancy at their home which is an acreage that serves as the home base of the Prairie Suns Naturist Club, a travelling club [non-landed]. I had three reasons for making the drive, a two-hour drive, to visit them. First, I wanted to simply visit them as friends and check out on their health and well-being. We talk on the phone, but it isn’t the same as being there face-to-face.

The second reason was to enjoy some clothing-free time with them. Some of our time was spend simply sitting in the sunshine using the house as a windbreak, then we had a great lunch which Brian prepared, then it was time for getting into the hot tub, a welcome treat as the sky had clouded over and it felt a bit cooler than chilly. A bit more time visiting and it was time for me to leave to return home. Unlike my drive to their place, the return trip involved me wearing clothing for the last half as I had a stop to gas up the car.

Eagle Creek has broken its banks.

On the drive back, I stopped twice to get a few photos in nature. This photo was taken in a valley near the highway [yes, potentially visible]. The usually small creek which often appears to be still with very little water, has overflown its banks to become a miniature lake with a river that continues on down the valley behind me.

Today, I am back home, doing an assortment of tasks such as writing, doing a few basement repairs prep work, and arranging for future book-signings. With that, I’ll leave you to enjoy your May 4th – May the Force be with You!

Enjoying Sunshine Au Naturel at Home

Sunshine and a windbreak

I am back home and busy with living my life, one day at a time. It has been sunny, off and on, for the few days since my return. Though it isn’t very warm out, I am managing to get some occasional sun outdoors because of the windbreak created by my neighbour’s garage.

Now that I am back in my office with all of my resources at hand, I have begun the process of reformatting my books to create 2nd editions, Canadian editions. The first naturist novel has been

A calm place in the sun

successfully updated and will be available for sale online in print format by the beginning of the week. The second naturist novel will likely be ready very soon after the first one.

The rush for these two books is due to low inventory numbers on hand. I have two book-signing events planned for May and I am hoping for another three to six such events in June. I don’t have enough of these two novels for June sales. Ergo, the need to get this work of reformatting done so that I can order more books from the printers before those June events.

Tomorrow, I am off to visit a couple of naturists for the day. I will bring the results of my time with them here a day or two later. For now, it’s time to help prepare our evening meal.

A Naked Coffee Break From Writing in the Cabin

Enjoying coffee in cooler weather – indoors.

After a week of relatively decent temperatures and three days of warmer weather, today’s overcast conditions has me felling content to spend time indoors. As usual, that means I am writing. An interesting project had been suggested by a writing buddy of mine – an anthology of short stories by three naturist writers. I was sold with the idea almost immediately. I have ideas for about three such stories.

The first story will be about a naturist getting a massage from a non-naturist masseuse. Hopefully it will paint a realistic picture of the interaction between the two in a scenario that doesn’t devolve into some sort of erotica as most non-naturists would expect. The second story will feature a woodland scene involving a Celtic god and goddess, as well as a supporting cast. The third story will serve as an introduction to my novel, It’s Complicated.  Needless to say, I am not rushing into these short stories as I am rather focused on my historical novel set in Northern France at the end of the eleventh century.

Today is a writing day as my son-in-law has left for work and my daughter finds herself busy with Sunday stuff and other projects she has put off for a little while. My wife is out walking with our daughter’s big, black dog. The likelihood of seeing animals in the wilderness that surrounds this northern cabin home will be none because of the dog, and that’s okay as the black bears are now out of hibernation. So, in one respect, this is a good thing that she has the dog along with her. But, it does mean she won’t get to see any deer or moose, or get somewhat close to birds.

Tomorrow we leave at an early hour to return to our home on the southern Canadian prairies. It will be a long day as our home is almost a thousand kilometres from our daughter’s home. With that said, I’ll leave you now so that I can return to writing.