Monthly Archives: July 2022

A Step Deeper into Naturism

A part of my naturism is the act of being nude and natural in a natural environment. How might the consciousness of a person who lived in more primordial surroundings full time, take form? We have natural senses, more than our civilized living allows us. Nudity greatly helps to bring that out, allowing the exploration of the less encumbered life.

When I’m nude, a better sense of my surroundings is had. I see with my skin. I’m in the moment more. This is meditative. These are the skills of a hunter/gatherer, an observer. There is less mental clutter to get through in a more silenced wood or desert, instead of the alarm from traffic, sirens, and loud people with their distractions. It is no wonder that consciousness is fragmented. It’s like shuffling through a house buried in unknown clutter.

I’m out there not as just a nude, but a naturalist as well. I want to know what the beings of the natural world know and how they know it. I want to see wildlife, observe, smell, follow their lives by what they leave as clues in the greater puzzle. If I can see through their eyes, some of their awareness, as opportunity arises; there can be change in my own perception of the whole.

As a Toad Might

There are also those often reported experiences of animals showing less of it, or being without fear of the nude human. Be it smell, the look, the vibe, the way that nakedness moves, or what; animals often act more comfortable around a nude human. Perhaps, it appears a different species than the clothed one, who murders and takes so much.

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Redington Monsoon III

08-05-2021

Days Later:

(please, be sure to check the stories of Redington earlier in this month’s posts)

Today, there is much less water than just a few days before .

The thing about Redington Pass is that there is little norm here. The water doesn’t always flow. There are often times of drought, when only pools can be found, and then those times pools turn to puddles, when life clings on, waiting for the next rain.

We were expecting more water today, because last night there was a nasty storm on the east side of our valley out by Barb’s house. She told us that it was like a “hurricane” for hours. That’s just over the hill from where we stand.

We saw on the way here, that two familiar mesquite trees are uprooted. Sand is all over the roads where water was flooding. A concrete block wall was knocked over, creating a pond in someone’s enclosed backyard. Water rushed in, but couldn’t rush out, flooding like the entire backyard was a swimming pool.

Apparently, there was no storm here at the pass. There is no evidence of flooding.

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Redington Monsoon II

2021-07-31

Back on Sat. after Thursday

We’re at Redington Pass again. The Monsoon is extra wet and we can’t resist this place. Today, we decide to take the high road to avoid the crowds and make better time toward the upper part of the flow.

The vegetation has grown thick here.  So, having come nose to nose with rattlesnakes along here before, extra caution is taken. I wouldn’t want to disturb anyone’s daily beauty rest.

We descend the last tall steps into the bedrock bottom of the canyon.

There appears to be even more water since the rains last night. This place changes daily, when the rains come.

Off to the side of the main channel, a feeder stream is flowing with fresh rainwater. I try the little waterfall and sip a drink!

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Seven Year Anniversary

Another year’s gone by. It is another July anniversary of TheFreeRangeNaturist.org.

Seven years have rolled on since I got fed up and decided to take a stand about some issues of body freedom and started this website.  Those seven years have documented highlights, passed on passing thoughts and accumulated bits of some kind of personal evolution.

I had notes from around 100 old stories at the start, which I had written for The Secret Naturist Society Forum. These had been mostly written during the previous seven years. I figured with that and a few new posts, I should run through a year, or two. I’d make my point and that would be that. Maybe I’d leave the result out there as a monument, or a “how to” book of free ranging liberation. Maybe, it could change a few lives, make them more. Maybe, it would take off, changing many lives. How would I know?

I soon found myself not only refurbishing those old posts, but DF and I were having a great deal of fun with the project.  As time went on, our photography was improving and I was also seeing entertainment in my experiments in writing. Our frequent hiking/camping trips were being enhanced by the dimension of reporting our trips and people were enjoying the tales. Time went on; we looked back, looked around and looked forward. We saw memories, more fun and good living.

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Redington Monsoon I

They say that one needs to use imagination to manifest something.

There has been drought. Now, a month, or more of excessive heat. Did I mention drought?

Last year, we arrived back in Tucson into the results of an historically wet monsoon. I remember those days. Our vacation seemed extended, by playing in the flow of the water in Redington Pass.

It’s time for monsoon again. It isn’t a consistent event, anymore. So maybe, it’s time to manifest this year’s fun by revisiting last year’s. Rain dance anyone?

 

2021-07-29 

Casually, we make the twenty miles, or so, to drive across town and the width of the Tucson Valley. The more urban Tucson fades into larger home lots and fewer strip malls. Tanque Verde Road begins its two lane up and down dips through the lush mesquite desert.

Fresh flowers from rains are abundant.  Frequently, natural gardens appear where different species cluster.

The trail down into the canyon is surrounded by a verdant garden. The path has become overgrown. The gardens of flowers reach out to brush against our nude bodies. The color and variety is compelling. I have to stop along the way to admire it all.

The roar of the waters below us, echo up to our ears. Our sense of excitement grows.

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