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Two Thoughts, Skin and Action

I hope that your holidays are the best yet. This is about two things that I lifted out of “The Daily Word” a few months ago and what they brought to mind. It is a booklet published by the Unity Church. DF got me a subscription a few years ago, we’ve shared it daily, ever since. It brings to mind children’s joy and wonder, and my own, which is sometimes lost in a busy, sometimes difficult, or disappointing world. I hope it makes your holidays even better. The holidays can be tough some years. In those moments, these words and actions may bring me back from my distractions.

“I view my life through the eyes of wonder.

I feel inspired watching a young child discovering new things, eyes wide with awe and wonder. Even the smallest experiences- the tickle of a butterfly on my skin or blowing the seeds of a dandelion-are a marvel and joy.

I think of this when disappointing life experiences chip away at my sense of awe and appreciation.  Today, I let go of disillusionment and open my heart and my eyes to once again live in wonder.

As I view life anew, I renew my belief in the goodness of life and of all people. I open myself to unexpected treasures happening all around me each day. Wonder is a precious gift, one I use to appreciate the marvels unfolding before me.”

“As I focus my attention the world around me comes alive

The world becomes more vivid when I focus on its many details. As I concentrate, my senses come alive. Colors are brighter, sounds sharper, and everything that touches my skin –a loving touch, the warmth of a fire, a gentle breeze- heightens my perception and anchors my awareness in the present moment.

My focus enlivens my inner world as well. Time spent in mindful contemplation floods my awareness with the grandeur of God. Now I open my eyes and turn my ears to the divine expressing all around me as magnificent beauty and wondrous diversity.

The more I focus my attention fully on God, the more easily I discern the divine expressing all around me.”

A Meditation to Bring Back to Daily Living

I often disrobe and close my eyes. I simply notice my body, with that intention; the awareness is allowed to travel, making its own itinerary. Soon enough, it glances about to its surroundings and back. The naked body remains the basis of awareness of existence.

I focus on the sensations and the details. Similarly, the world becomes more vivid when I focus on its many details. As I concentrate, my senses come alive.

Then with eyes open, colors are brighter, sounds sharper, and everything that touches my skin –a loving touch, the warmth of a fire, a gentle breeze, heightens my perception and anchors my awareness in the present moment.

My focus enlivens my inner world as well. Time spent in mindful contemplation floods my awareness with the grandeur of so many small things. I notice the feelings, the inner transformations, the raw physical sensations of emotions alone without mind. Now I open my eyes and turn my ears to the divine, as it is expressing all around me, as magnificent beauty and wondrous diversity. All of it, simply right here, right now.

The more I focus my attention fully without the dialog, the more easily I discern the divine expressing all around me. I know that I am of that.

As I walk on in primal nudity in naked nature, it is as I began this experience, anchored with the natural sensations of the body.

May we all love one another, know our blessings and we’ll be back with you next year. The story will continue on the sacred Blue Mountain….

Thank-you Beth Jonquil for your photography.

I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.

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Manti-la Sal Drive II

Utah #38

Reluctantly, after a few days, we leave our retreat in the mountains. We have decided to cross the Manti-La Sal National Forest in one day, but having the option to stop off in any paradise that attracts us. The trip was 36 miles here and there will be 36 more miles, maybe more.  This time, all of the roads are winding, graded dirt roads, marked with small signs with numbers in an unknown wilderness.

There is something, that is very much here, on top of the bear. Amongst the miles of the forest of trees, hills and mountain tops, there are views across the canyon lands below. We investigate a few trailheads, which lead down into even more remote canyons with their ruins and surprises and sense of adventure. There are other places we note for a possible camp, if we feel like it, sometime. There is that wonderful exploratory sense of the mystery around the next bend and one bend leads to another.

We drive out to the road and then it meets the actual main route, which is one of many that web their way through these mountains. A series of these links will have us on the other side of the mountain range in the Blue Mountain area.

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Manti-la Sal Drive

Utah #37

Getting prepared to leave….

We’ve been in this lovely spot, just content. There is nobody around to impose on us. The weather is pleasant, blue skies are above the canopy of the local trees. No bramble, just grass and pine needles to walk comfortably upon with naked feet, no threats, no concerns. We are living with no clothing needs, not even shoes in camp, or to stroll down the two track trail that leads off to the main road. We call it the “main road,” but it is only a sometimes graded walkway that ultimately, in five days, we see only three cars drive by, once as they pass and once as they leave. 

A walk seems right once or twice a day, sometimes short through the forest. Sometimes we’ll gather up a couple of bottles of water and walk further in our moccasin-like toe shoes. During the longer walks, we’ll have a cover-up tucked under a shoulder strap. The covering may or may not be wise, but just in case. It is just something for sun protection, to sit down upon, or the off chance, actually nil, that someone might drive by and be a problem. I could suppose in an emergency, it might be a warm covering, or a tourniquet. It might be something to distract, or armor against wild beast attack. It might be wetted to cool, or clean a wound, or brush off dust, or mud. It might be many things, but in all likelihood, being natural and vulnerable, naked in nature is none of those experiences and a piece of cloth can be done without.  

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Picard Connects

The Starship Enterprise has just landed on Earth in the year 2063, while chasing and destroying a Borg ship. Both have transferred back in time to get there. In a missile silo, they have contact with an old spaceship, one that Picard has seen at the Smithsonian centuries later. He places his hand upon the metal outer sheathing.

Data (the man made man): Sir, does tactile contact alter your perception of the Phoenix?

Captain Picard: For humans touch can connect you to an object in a very personal way, Make it seem more real.

Data gives touch a try in his usual curiosity.

(“Star Trek VIII: First Contact”)

Touch does make something real. There can even be a compulsion to reach out and touch someone. People get touched emotionally. People pinch themselves to make sure that they are not dreaming.

Touch is our nature and our birthright. When we touch and are touched by the world, the world feels more alive and real.

By just removing clothing, the entire experience of the planet becomes greater. To step into water nude, or to feel a gentle breeze across the entirety of the body, the heat of the sun, and to be entertained with all of the associations, the messages and knowledge of the moment through the body and sensitivity of the organ called the skin, we are more alive. Again, this is a birthright. To take this away is a wrong.

The holidays are making time difficult to find, so as to publish the stories of our journey through the Manti La Sal National Forest. Progress has been made, although slowed, but sure. The photo is from that drive. A passing cloud is felt, as well as seen.

 I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.

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Tortolita’s Back Door: Part 2

2025-01-03

We are hiking in the Tortolita Mountains. The first part of the story it here:

…We explore several minor wash canyons that cross the trail.

To continue, you’ll probably have to go down to the button labeled page #2, until I can get “Classic Editor to work again.
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Tortolita’s Back Door

2025-01-03

We’re taking a back road off of a dirt road that travels along the Pima County line’s north side. It should lead us to a mountain bike trail that heads into the Tortolita Mountain County Park.

It is familiar, it used to be in what I considered my back yard, a big backyard. I have taken this trail from the south many times, it is easy to find, a shot just past the windmill landmark.

See “Naked to the County Line”:

This time we’re coming in from the north, through a foothills of misleading dry flood washes. It is not clearly marked. The last time, I misread the landmarks and ended up in an entirely different area.

During that hike, we looked and looked for possibilities for the trailhead, or the correct wash as seen from a satellite photo. We thought that we found it as the sun set. Now, I hope to find it again.

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Tucson Gardening

This is another article of mine that was published fairly recently in “N” magazine, the quarterly of The Naturist Society Foundation. When we set up the new communal sweat on my property, I took it upon myself to provide a meditative, healthy atmosphere for the community’s members to wander in, while they languished between sauna rounds. It is also a gathering space for fundraisers, memorials, and other social events pertaining to The Tucson Family Sweat Alliance (TFSA). It is where DF and I live a significant portion of our clothes free life under the sun. I’ve added a few additional illustrative pictures.

Desert Gardening

Here in Baja Arizona, creating a Garden of Eden to live in has unique challenges. We have over 300 days of sunshine in Tucson each year, but precious few days of seasonal rains. That’s great for living naked, but a challenge for our flora.


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Naked among the Killer Bees

I wrote this article/story for a recent issue of “N” magazine, the quarterly for The Naturist Society Foundation.

Life Among the Killer Bees

What seems so many years ago, the news carried frightful stories of “KILLER BEES!” We braced for the dangerous, murderous, aggressive immigrants invading our borders from the south. The product of a South American lab experiment gone awry in 1957, it would be only a matter of time when these fearsome bees would destroy our native populations and their natural diversity. No one, especially our children, would be safe outside. There was fear.

In those years, I lived peacefully in my quiet strawbale house in the beautiful desert foothills of the Tortolita Mountains, near Tucson. Daily, I walked out my door to wander nude, observing the seasonal changes, in bliss or meditative appreciation, out into the pristine 80 acres of neighboring hills and mountains.

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Sleeping on the Bear’s Back II

Bears Ears #36

2024-06-06

This morning, I lay in the tent watching fast clouds. A thought pops up. Ute, a tribe that I always associated as one of the plains tribes. This is Ute-ah, Utah! Duh! The evident finally occurs to me. There is a rich history of the Ute.

Another restful day, we find that the trail across the road from us is a road to another look out. We walk down it maybe halfway, just to enjoy the morning, carrying nothing, unrestricted, unscripted. Even the flip flop shoes come off at a point in the road. We’ve decided to walk it all…later.

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Sleeping on the Bear’s Back

Bears Ears #35

2024-06-05

We’re up here in Manti-La Sal National Forest, in the Bears ears National Monument. The morning has been casual, late rising, reading.  We have a breakfast, then it is time for lunch.

A boy, a young buck scampers around, only about 50 feet away from camp. He decides to have a green snack and stops. This isn’t the female who directed us to this spot in the woods last evening. This guy is decorated with emerging antlers. We stand and watch, then, moving quietly, easily; we grab cameras. This gentleman is fearless.

We snap a few as we creep forward. He backs away eventually several feet to match our move. We know his boundaries.

Relaxed, after a restful afternoon, we decide to walk.

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