We have been visiting/hiking the ‘ol walking trails in the Tortolita Mountains, northwest of Tucson, where I used to live. Now, we are going to investigate the strawbale home that I built and the destruction of habitat where my stealth trail and Havarock sat. Both near the spot that Javalina kept as a safe home. I know that a road and building pads have been introduced. I don’t know how extensive.
The series in this website“My Private Place for Naturism” is about my experiences in this place.
Most of you may realize that about two years ago, I moved back into Tucson proper from my desert home in the Tortolita Mountains. Today, DF and I went back for a visit and to hike into the mountains. We’re hoping that it will feel fresh for us.
It is mid- February, so the desert is just coming out of winter. However, thanks to climate change, today the higher 70F’s have hit with an absolutely cloudless sky. It is a perfect day in Tortoltila.
“I found being naked to be a humbling experience . . . There were no clothes that could make me feel like I was anything other than who I am: A being created by God, whose purpose is to find, and do, whatever He created me to do. . . Being naked isn’t a means of attaining inner peace. But: Being naked can direct a person towards the source of inner peace: God. . . What I will do, is allow the humility that being naked made me feel to direct my heart to the only one who can satisfy my deepest, most desperate desires. . . you’re not a freak or a pervert if you want to be naked. God meant for you to be naked. . . I see the desire to be naked as a desire to return to God — a desire to reclaim the relationship with God, the relationship with our fellow human beings, and the relationship with the world, that was lost as a result of Adam’s and Eve’s sin.”
We have been camping in Ironwood National Monument for the last couple of days. We have an extra day after an evening with a lunar eclipse and a day hike. After another beautiful evening in the desert with a fire, we have a lax day to enjoy as we slowly return to Tucson.
The next day during breakfast, the campers up the road roll out, leaving it all to us once again. This is pretty much an entire National Monument populated by nude us. The sense of freedom soars.
We break camp in no hurry. The heat of the day is coming as we drive off. We will take our time.
We have made our way out to the Ironwood National Monument to camp and watch a full lunar eclipse.
I have taken a favorite side route that I have known for decades. I discover that it is now a side road that leads back to the west side of “Ol Ragged Top Mountain. I sit in my seat remembering when this was just an unofficial two track trail winding around the mesquite and Ironwood trees. I’ve been coming here since the 1990’s, originally with “The Southern Arizona Naturist Society” a now defunct non-landed club.
There are a couple of turnoffs to campsites. They are just a clearing with a fire pit of piled rocks where someone else has camped.
We choose one with a good view of the mountain and an unobstructed eastern look across the valley for the moon rise and eclipse.
It’s a warm mid-November and summer heat won’t last much longer. The evening will be warm enough this evening to not require clothing, until later.
Bodies are like temples. They are most sacred. They are as sacred as a church, or any man made object. The following are my many thoughts on the matter. By the end, if you put them together, all or part, they say temple. Each paragraph might stand alone with bullets, but I chose to just let it flow
I’d say that it is a birthright to be naked because it is as using a temple, which is at one with nature, in mind and spirit.
It is important to love and respect the body. It deserves to be treated as the miracle that it is. It is our vehicle to explore incarnation, to live life. It is a gift.
No matter what, no body is nobody.
This flesh and blood is an object of great beauty and wonder. It is so very complex, what else could it be but a genuine miracle? Pieces of it are numbered in the billions, interacting, functioning together and ready for most situations. It all is just incomprehensible when one realizes how amazing it all is.
I’d say, most would, that this entire world is a gift. As so, it is spiritual. The body is born out of this. We try to explain and understand the intricate miraculous nature of the body, but always, we are still far behind in understanding its wisdom. Being in my body is a spiritual act in a magnificent temple. The Taj Mahal, Charts Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel can’t ever compare to the amazing place in which each of us dwells.
There’s an initial shock to sitting down into the water with the contrast of the sun baked rock.
The body lays back, taking in the creek water and pressing up onto the warm smooth granite surface. This baked rock is under part of the body, but some of it is submerged in the cool stream.
A small whoosh makes itself noticed, as cool water and wet body meet and make their peace. They work together until comfort arrives.
Laying in the rise of a rock is a contrast. The sun’s above, but cool water is below and around. It laps at my waist. There’s a splash, just a tiny drop really and it’s cool. It tickles my belly and my chest. They are just other bodily spots coming alive in surprise, a pleasant surprise.
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.
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.