Despite how many times we see images of ourselves, whether it be in a mirror or in photos, we always find ourselves looking into the eyes of a stranger. We see a human body in some state of repair or disrepair, yet we know that even this human body doesn’t quite fit with what we feel about this human body. So much remains hidden in spite of standing naked in the image. How dare we say that we are “authentic”…
Nudism, naturism, just being clothing free is really not all that interesting if it is to be considered authentic. If one thinks about it, one is simply leading one’s own prosaic existence, doing “normal” mundane things with only one difference – the lack of clothing. So what is interesting about watching television, doing the dishes, drinking coffee, reading a book, going for a walk, sitting still in the sunshine, mowing the lawn, washing windows or the car, or sitting with…
Life is curious and becomes more mysterious as one gets older and perhaps a bit wiser. Strangely, one even becomes less fearful of the unknown as it expands, less fearful of one’s own mortality. Now that I am officially old as far as the Canadian government is concerned (I qualify and receive Old Age Security Benefits), I somehow seem oblivious to the fact that my own death can’t be all that far distant in the future in relative terms. It…
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,…
One of the things that has led me to believing that naturism provides a portal into self-healing has been my personal experience. Long before I was aware of the world of therapy, back in the days when I was a teenager struggling with issues of sexual abuse, incest and other issues that came out of living in chaos; I had stumbled upon my sanctuary in nature. My home was filled with siblings where there was no place, no space, no…
My wife was creative as she directed a photoshoot at the edges of a mangrove swamp. The trail was closed due to safety conditions, a trail just outside of the Desires Clothing Optional Resort just two kilometres from our home in Puerto Morelos. This image was just what was needed for this post. All valid therapy models require us to look deep within ourselves to figure out just what exactly makes us tick, to explain why we do what we…
Relationships are like sand castles, they are constantly shifting and changing with the wind, the rain, and the tides that sometimes engulf us. One of the significant things to realise is the fact that all relationships that we engage in have one thing in common – ourselves. When we are not fully conscious (and to tell the truth, no one is fully conscious), the unknown about ourselves finds a way to be the wind, rain and tides that act upon…
My time in Mexico is drawing closer to the end. Just over three weeks remain for me to enjoy being outdoors without the need for clothing. The past two months have been an incredible time for me as I become more self-aware and other-aware. Though I get up before dawn each day, I have not gone down to the beach to great the sun as in this photo taken by my wife about a week ago. Being nude on the…
The last photo for the book was taken from a series on building a sand castle on the beach here in Puerto Morelos, Mexico. With the last photo selected (not this photo), I wrote the last poem which then freed me to begin the layout and editing process. I am excited on the way it has all unfolded over the past two months. I am hoping that I can have the book published by the end of March or in…
It has been a while since my last post to this site. It is time to take care of that issue. As the image shows, I have been busy with my latest project, book three of the Naked Poetry series. The original plans, of course, were completely ignored as the photos were taken in preparation for writing the poems. In the first two books, I wrote the poetry before considering what photo could be used or taken to fit each…