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.
Wow! This has been the longest time without a post ever.
We’re all right, just in a busy energy consuming time. Closing the BnB and accommodating a new renter instead. We put a stucco finish on the front porch and the sauna.
Stucco Party
We have been in the garden, and also doing a bunch of rearranging. You know, new rugs and more new coming in and old stuff out.
The next couple of posts have been in the works, but they are linked and must be written and sorted out at the same time, which requires a couple of solid free days to sit down, write, choose pics, etc. without distractions. It’s coming, it’s a priority, it’s partially done.
Asking the garden, “What’s for breakfast?”
Jbee and DF
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During our Bear’s Ears trip we spent many evening’s ends and several times in between, reading to each other. Edward Abbey’s “Desert Solitaire: A Season in the Wilderness: A Celebration of the Beauty of Living in a Harsh and Hostile Land” was a favorite. On pages 261 and 262, I found this excerpt when he was a park ranger exceedingly relatable. I identify with much of his expressions of exasperation.
QUOTE:
“Ranger, where is Arches National Monument?”
“I don’t know, mister, but I can tell you where it was.”
“LABOR DAY. Flux and influx, the final visitation of the season. They come in herds, like buffalo, down from The City. A veil of dust floats above the sneaky snakey old road from here to the highway, drifting gently downward to settle upon the blades of the yucca, the mustard yellow rabbitbush, the petals of asters and autumn sunflowers, the umbrella-shaped clumps of blooming wild buckwheat.
“What can I tell them? Sealed in their metallic shells like mulluscs on wheels, how can I pry the people free? The auto as tin can, the park ranger as opener. Look here, I want to say for godsakes folks get out of them there machines, take off those fucking sunglasses and unpeel both eyeballs, look around; throw away those goddamned idiotic cameras! For chrissake folks what is this life if full of care we have no time to stare? Eh? Take off your shoes for a while, unzip your fly, piss hearty, dig your toes in the hot sand, feel that raw and rugged earth, split a couple of big toenails, draw blood! Why not? Jesus Christ lady, roll that window down! You can’t see the desert if you can’t smell it. Dusty? Of course it’s dusty—this is Utah! But it is good dust, good red Utah dust, rich in iron, rich in irony. Turn that motor off. Get out of that piece of iron and stretch those varicose veins, take off your brassiere and get some sun on old wrinkled jugs! You sir, squinting at the map with your radiator boiling and your fuel pump vapor-locked, crawl out of that shiny hunk of GM junk and take a walk-yes, leave the old lady and those squawling brats behind for a while, turn your back on them and take a long quiet walk straight into the canyons, get lost for a while, come back when you damn well feel like it, it’ll do you and her and them a world of good. Give the kids a break, too, let them out of the car, let them go scrambling over rocks, hunting for rattlesnakes and scorpions, and anthills—yes sir, let them out, turn them loose, how dare you imprison little children in your goddamned upholstered horseless hearse. Yes sir, yes madam, I entreat you, get out of those motorized wheelchairs, get off your foam rubber backsides, stand up straight like men! like Women! Like human beings! And walk—walk—WALK upon our sweet blessed land.”
UNQUOTE
So, we saw this, lots of able-bodied travelers with huge investments in RVs of all sizes. Even the owners of ATV’s who would sit in their open-air rigs, having the other three seats filled with mom, grand-mom, kids, or beer cooler, all missing the point. They scare away the wildlife, they disturb the natural quieting, they just stay in-between those rails. They can never feel the wonders missed around them. Never realizing their rude transgressions, or what they are missing. I feel sad about them. Mr. Abbey, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
There are millions on this planet who can only dream about the mobility to fully immerse into the gift that so many squander. How ever, by whatever means, I implore, use what you’ve been blessed with, sit and listen to the night, the morning, feel the sun everywhere, allow the touch of the earth on the feet which will respond to the sand, or the dew laden grass. Even if your body has been made to feel little, or nothing, you are of “it,” not separate, it effects you.
One very gratifying reason that DF and I hike and live nude in nature is to indulge in all of that which is. Our intention is to naturally not miss a thing, to realize the most authentic experience possible. We relish knowing these places with all of our natural senses, unrestricted.
Feel the real “it.” Sense the smell, hear it, taste it. Know it without the buffers, intimately. Be there with all that you can, to know it in the moment. So, strip!
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This websites first post was July 15th 2015. Heck! It’s another anniversary, today. Thank-you!
There are no plans to stop doing this. I’ve got material and pics in the works for nearly a year’s posting, at this point. We’re sure to accumulate more during the interim, or however long that content last.
I started this project hoping to persuade others to find the liberation that we understand, to possibly bring an acceptance, or even adaptation of the health and spiritual values of naturism. I don’t know the impact, or how to measure that, but along the way, we did realize how much fun doing this was. Spending at least a long day for each post, at 52 posts per year over nine years…that’s over 400 days, way more than a year of my life given to this! Yeah, that just occurred to me. What I have received that is measurable is in these pages. For us personally, there is a cache of personal treasures, well documented memories of a wonderful life lived. Sharing this has been worth it.
Before someone asks…it’s actually hemp in the picture…omega-3.
We have had a journey with photography and personal experience. Changes in my writing skills have been quite an experiment. We have been stimulated away from the complacent and repetitive and toward many varied and very real adventures.
So, with all of that, we thank- you, the readers that have turned up and been discovered on the stats page each day. Thank-you, especially, to those who have written comments.
Personal gratification aside, it is a gift, from our hearts, we want to turn you on to something more for your life, to make a difference. Such actions are always of benefit. Seva, it has been called. It is very healthy, perhaps essential, to make a point to do something nice for someone else each day. We still would like to leave the world a better place.
I can’t believe how after all of this, there is still more to say about free range naturism, but there it is. There is more to come.
So enjoy, let us know how you may value it and tell your damn friends. The more people we touch, the more people will know how our bodies are a particular part of our lives and our relationship with our world and spirit. By being open and being seen as we are, the greater the odds that something will change and we will all be liberated. We all need to see nude as normal, natural, a matter of fact, being more alive, a good and wholesome thing.
I am on the forum of FreeRangeNaturism.com often, if you would like to converse.
We’ve been putting some of our time and effort into art, gardening and decoration the last months. I have that budding B&B business and weekly sweat. A part of that is providing an inviting garden atmosphere in the mild winter months of Tucson. We like art. Here is a tale of that odyssey.
We spent a birthday up at Ted DeGrazia’s gallery in the foothills of Tucson’s Catalina Mountains. It has been a while. I love to wander in his old home. It’s an oddly shaped, textured and painted, creative endeavor, which states some down to Earth values.
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