It’s that time of year again, a bit earlier than last year, for getting the garden ready for planting. I tilled the garden last autumn while dressed as I am in this image. I am not so sure that I will till “au naturel” this year as a number of my neighbours seem to be busy outside in location where they would easily spot me and be horribly shocked by nudity. Still, that wasn’t a factor in prepping the tiller, making sure it was filled with gas, and placing it in the garden in my birthday suit.
I will wait until this evening before starting the tiller and turning the soil. There is enough light in the sky to work until at least eight-thirty in the evening. Besides, I doubt that it will take me all that long as the garden is still soft from the fall turning.
For now, I will simply spend some time basking in the warm sun with a good book in a protected (somewhat) corner. It will be a few days before we plant our peas and carrots, the first veggies to be planted. The book is one I have read in the past. With my recent posts on Naturism as Therapy, I thought it was time to revisit the book.
I am beginning to think that there is a need for a more recent book on the value of nudity and therapy. Perhaps this is something that I will attempt as I try to blend depth psychology, spiritualism, and healing together. I can see that there will be a need to include how a fear of nudity adds to the wounding of the human psyche and makes healing harder to achieve. It’s something for me to think about. For now, it is enough to be writing here, thinking out loud and hearing your thoughts in response to what I present.
Tea time for me. I will return.