Month: January 2018

What rewilding means to me…

Hey lovelies,

This past week has been filled with a lot of sudden change, which has been a tad difficult for me. However, I know that the only constant is change and I accept the challenges life throws at me. People deal with difficult times in so many different ways. One of the things I have found helpful is Rewilding.

According to rewild means:

rewild [ree-wahyld
verb (used with object)
“1. to introduce (animals or plants) to their original habitat or to a habitat similar to their natural one: proposals to rewild elephants to the American plains.”
“2. to return (land) to a more natural state: rewilding an unpopulated island for use as an animal preserve.”
For me, Rewilding means:
To reconnect with nature and return one’s spirit to a more natural state.
Yesterday morning I woke up feeling emotionally overwhelmed. Rather than give in to my emotions, I challenged myself to get up and go experience the rugged beauty Salt Spring Island has to offer. A friend of mine who is a hobbyist photographer picked me up and we went out to find a spot to take some photos.
As we were driving, I decided I wanted to be near the water. While looking for a place, we came upon Stowel Lake. I have a long history of swimming at Stowel with my husband Mountain (soon to be my ex-husband) and our four gorgeous kids. As we pulled up, it was as if the lake called to me. I checked the temperature; it was 37 degrees Fahrenheit, which is approximately 2.78 degrees Celcius. A little cold for a swim, but I am a tough cookie.
For me, there is something deeply therapeutic about water. My family home (which my mom still lives in) is located directly across from the Pefferlaw river and quite close to Lake Simcoe. Because of my proximity to water during my childhood, I grew up canoeing, sailing, windsurfing, and swimming. Other than making love with someone I care deeply about, nothing frees my soul like swimming.
I honestly wasn’t sure if I would be brave enough to get in the freezing cold water. I stripped down and immediately felt the cool splash of rain droplets on my skin. It took me a few minutes, but I finally walked knee high into the water. I rapidly turned back; the cold was too much. As I walked away from the water, I felt sadness ripple through my mind, body, and spirit. So I turned back around, took a deep breath and dove in. As the cold water rushed over my body I imagined that I would leave my sadness behind for mother nature to transform.
It was liberating and exhilarating and I felt a renewed sense of joy…
I hope you are having a beautiful day.
From  my heart to yours,

Rewilding with Joy…

Hey lovelies,

I must admit, although I absolutely love being a blogger, it is not without its challenges. Between email, social media and the Get Naked With Joy blog, each week I receive communication (comments, messages, and emails) from hundreds of people who live all over the world. Although some of the communication is unsolicited sexual comments and propositions, I also receive an overwhelming amount of encouragement and support.

Beyond the smaller questions people ask me (what does your tattoo represent, where did you grow up, are you married, etc.) people also ask me more profound questions. Of all the questions I am asked, the most common ones are:

“How did you begin this journey?”

“How can I be as confident as you are?”

“Have you always been comfortable being nude?”

Until recently I wasn’t sure how to answer these questions, but over the past month, I have been contemplating my response. I started this journey during a meeting with a photographer on January 1, 2018. As I previously mentioned, 2017 was one of the most difficult years of my life. When the new year was approaching, I decided to start a blog to honour the new direction my life has taken.

I let go of my old blog, which was a difficult decision because I love blogging and I was very attached to it. Letting go also meant letting almost a decade of my words, photos, and self-expression to be unpublished. It was a difficult decision, but my intuition told me that accepting all of the change I was experiencing meant that I needed a fresh start.

As I often do, I chose to start my new journey with a photo shoot. I contacted a photographer who has worked in the industry for over two decades. We set up a meeting for January 1st at my sister’s house. She suggested that I have the meeting with the photographer in her hot tub. If you live in a more conservative community (similar to the one I recently moved away from) this might seem like a strange place to host a first meeting, but Salt Spring is a very open-minded community. I had no idea what the photographer looked like, what his personality was like, or how old he was. I just knew that I loved his photos and that he had a very positive reputation.

When he arrived I passed him a towel and a glass of water, dropped stepped out of my own towel and stepped into the hot tub with my spritzer. He immediately stripped down and joined me with his camera. We talked for maybe an hour or so while he snapped random photos of me. I even took a few photos of him. It was a comfortable, liberating, and somehow healing experience for both of us. When you meet someone in the nude you have immediately stripped away any external barriers to authentic connection.

At some point, my sister joined us for a bit and then we left the heat of the hot tub and ventured into nature. It was refreshing. He asked me if he should put his clothes on for the shoot; I told him to do what made him feel most comfortable. For the first time in his career as a photographer, he attended a photo shoot fully nude. Both of us have a history of social nudity, so it was not threatening and we both felt at ease. At one point in the shoot, he mentioned that I seemed to be guarded even though he had stepped into a very vulnerable space with me. He was right, I was guarded and shut down on an emotional level. It wasn’t because of the nudity, or because we had just met, it was because I felt truly naked at an incredibly vulnerable time in my life.

The result of this experience was life-altering. I learned more about myself during that photo shoot than I could have by participating in years of talk therapy. New year’s day was the first shoot with this particular photographer (he has asked me to leave his name out of this post). Since then we have ventured into the wilderness with cameras three times. We have developed a deep friendship in a short amount of time. I imagine we will have many more photos shoots and rewilding experiences together. I have yet to see the photos from the 8 rolls of film he took of me, but the following are some of the digital images he captured.

The photo of a man on a tree is one that I took during his rewilding journey. He has given me permission to share it on my blog. The interesting thing is that I told this story to Roque, a friend who is also a photographer. Roque came to Salt Spring recently. He was inspired to go to the same tree with me. Roque had the phrase “get naked with Joy” in his mind and he did just that. Even though Roque had not been skinny dipping or participated in other nude activities, he was inspired and chose to tap into his primal being while naked in nature. You can read about Roque’s adventure in this post: Getting Naked With Joy

I hope you are having a beautiful weekend!

From my heart to yours,


Going topless for gender equality

Hey lovelies,

This morning when I went to check my Facebook page, I received a notice saying I was blocked from posting on Facebook. This has never happened to me before, so I didn’t realize the full extent of what it meant. When I tried to click like on a friend’s post, I received another notice saying I could not post:

Yesterday’s blog post focused on the need for men to hold space for the expression of the divine feminine. Though unplanned, today’s post is related; it is focused on the need for gender equality.  In my opinion, blocking this photo and labeling it ‘inappropriate’ is a violation of my rights:

Get Naked With Joy

After getting blocked for posting this photo, I took a closer look. I had not previously noticed that my left nipple is technically visible. For those of you who do not know me personally, you may not be aware of the fact that I have four kids. I breastfed each of my children which means I breastfed for a total of 7 years. The breasts in this photo, my breasts, are not sexual, obscene, or inappropriate. They are life sustaining.

Here are the uncensored versions of the same photo:

I find it absurd that in 2018 it is still considered acceptable to block a woman from posting a photo of herself that a man is fully allowed to post. Twitter is the only social media platform I am aware of that allows men and women to post uncensored shirtless photos. This issue is not new to me. In 1998 I rented an apartment from Gwen Jacob and she shared her enlightened perspective with me. I am honestly shocked that twenty years later this is still an issue:

Gwen Jacob
Gwen Jacob Photo Credit Wikipedia

“In 1991, toplessness as an indecent act was challenged in Guelph, Ontario, by Gwen Jacob, who removed her shirt and was charged with indecency. Part of her defense was the double standards between men and women. Although she was convicted, this was overturned by the Court of Appeal. This case determined that being topless is not indecent within the meaning of the Criminal Code.

However, it did not establish any constitutional right of equality. This case subsequently led to the acquittal of women in British Columbia and Saskatchewan who faced similar charges. Topfreedom in Canada has largely been an attempt to combat the interpretation of indecency laws that considered a woman’s breasts to be indecent, and therefore their exhibition in public an offense.” – Wikipedia

The image below illustrates the gender biased posting rules of Facebook Instagram and other social media sites:

Gender Equality
Photo Credit: societysaysnotok – Belle

I would love to hear your thoughts on this matter…

I hope you are having a beautiful day!

From my heart to yours,


To see my Twitter thread about this topic, please click HERE


The Divine Masculine

Hey lovelies,

A few months ago I was out at an eclectic brewhouse in Fairfield, Iowa dancing. I was beginning to overcome the grief I felt around the loss of my marriage and I was finally starting to feel a renewed sense of freedom. At some point in the evening, I struck up a conversation with a local man, Jake, and he joined my table. We ended up becoming fast friends and hung out quite a few times before I moved back to the West Coast of Canada.

Because I was in a vulnerable space, I was curious if my inner vulnerability was obvious to people who were meeting me for the first time. So I asked Jake if he felt comfortable sharing his first impression of me. His response left me totally speechless. His words struck a chord with me and for some reason, hearing what Jake expressed was the catalyst for me developing an even deeper connection to my divine feminine energy. I felt as if Jake actually “saw me” and it was a powerful experience for me.

Even though we now live thousands of miles apart, we have continued to develop our friendship over the past few months. He has provided emotional support, been an attentive listener and he has also encouraged me to continue down the path of discovering Joy. Since I launched this blog and started sharing my path on social media sites, Jake has silently observed the way some men have responded to my words and my images. During one of our recent conversations, he asked me if he could write a blog style response. I agreed. This is what Jake wrote:

“Joy has shown you her naked physical form…. It’s the physical manifestation of her vulnerability, her power, her perseverance to be who She is beyond all definition, except…

Her own.

She moves you to feel and, it’s really fucking familiar. It is the presence that all Men desire; The Divine Feminine. Most of us, (I’ll raise my hand in solidarity with my fellow Men who inappropriately express our base instinct to fuck), find the naked female form so alluring, inviting, and downright erection inspiring, that the old joke of:

“Only enough blood to run one head at a time”

Will prevail at times…

A little more about the Divine Feminine…When were you last in the presence of a woman and, while you were with her, you felt inspired to be the most vibrant, confident and brilliant version of yourself? You, at that moment, were absorbing the Divine Feminine into your being from whatever form it was you were interacting with. It doesn’t matter who she was, what matters is that you were open to receiving it at that time. Just like you are now while looking at the expression of the Divine Feminine in Its terrifying power.

She scares you. Her vulnerability is terrifying because the surrender she represents is so alien outside of the immature male need to penetrate and permeate that he will do anything to possess the vulnerability of its expression. Why can I say this? I can say this because I have recognized this within myself when I see something outside of myself that I desire to possess, be it a quality, behavior or a piece of character I wish. I will also judge that person for having that ability until I am willing to own that piece of myself.

Men are stupid. I am a Stupid Man. Tell her what her presence evokes in you. This isn’t about the physical somato-emotional response; it’s about the 5 seconds after your erection goes down that is the most honest…Tell her what the sight of her evokes in your being. After viewing her picture, there is a phrase or saying that will come to mind that you feel when operating from service to her continued expression.

It is a responsibility that we, as Men continue to provide a safe space for this expression. She has invited you into her exploration of her Divine self.

Show some Fucking respect.” – Jake

Thank you so much, Jake, for sharing the Divine Masculine perspective.

From my heart to yours,

JoyDivine Masculine


What does it mean to be naked?

Hey lovelies,

I had an interesting discussion with a retired sociology major on Facebook messenger this morning. Our conversation began with my standard message response “Sorry, I don’t chat.” He asked me why I have 1,695 Facebook friends but don’t chat with them or get to know them. I began telling to him that I am inundated with spam, demeaning comments, and pornographic images and videos (I have always boycotted porn) so I am very hesitant when it comes to communicating with random people online.

Our conversation was interesting and brings me to this blog post. During our discussion, he politely asked me if it was possible that the phrase “Get Naked With Joy” gives men the wrong idea. Before I answer that question here in this post, let’s look at the meaning of the word naked:


With this in mind, when I say, “Get naked with Joy” I am here baring my body and my soul to the world in an authentic and non-sexual manner. The overwhelmingly positive emails, messages, and comments of support I have received recently continue to inspire me and fortunately for me, they outweigh the undesirable ones.

You do not have to “get naked” with me to read my blog. You do not even have to agree with social nudity, naturism, or the benefits of earthing. I am not here to make a political statement or change your point of view. At the same time, I will not allow the small percentage of the world that thinks nudity = sexual to taint my journey. Being naked is natural and liberating for me but that is just my two cents.

I hope you are having a truly beautiful day!

From my heart to yours,


Photo: I am sharing this live photo today because it was captured by my photographer as I was climbing down from the Gary Oak tree we had been shooting on. It is a candid moment that to me, speaks to the pure bliss I feel while I am naked in nature. To see the GIF in motion please head to my Twitter account.



Hey lovelies,

Today someone commented on one of my photos and simply said, “Why?”. I could only assume that they were asking me why I am on this journey. Why am I outside during the middle of a coastal winter naked? The deeper answer to this question will come over time. But the short answer is simple.

I am on this journey to Rewild myself. I was married at the age of 20 to a man much older than myself. We had been in a relationship since I turned 19. My first marriage was savage. It ended on a brutal note and I rapidly fell in love with Mountain, the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.

Last year Mountain and I made some choices that forever changed our relationship and our marriage ended. We are working on re-building our friendship. We are re-shaping our lives individually while trying to co-parent. He is still in the Midwest. I am on the West Coast of Canada. We are no longer lovers. I literally lost the other half of myself.

Which brings me to this very moment. I was talking to my sister about the Gary Oak tree that I have been photographed in front of recently. It was once two trees intertwined, but something happened (I wish I knew what) and now those trees are laying beside each other. Their roots lay side by side yet they are no longer connected. It is interesting that I feel so drawn to this particular tree at this time in my life.

It is healing for me. There is something primal about stripping down to nothing but my bare skin and connecting with nature that feeds my soul on an incredibly deep level. The fact that I feel like I have lost half of myself speaks to my need to:

  • Re-wild.
  • Reconnect.
  • Re-nurture.
  • Re-nature.
  • Receive.

So here I am. Raw, open, and vulnerable. But I am also strong, vibrant, and slowly but surely, my wild spirit is returning.

I hope you are having a beautiful Sunday!

From my heart to yours,


The first picture of me is in Fairfield, Iowa and the second one is here in BC in front of the tree I was speaking of.

Naturist Laptop Lifestyle

Hey lovelies,

I drifted into dreamland much earlier than normal last night. I slept beautifully and my sleep was filled with mystical dreams. The images from my dreams stayed in my mind this morning when I awoke. My house was quiet except for the sound of my neighbour’s rooster crowing in the background.

I got up, turned my kettle on then went to my favourite spot in my home to check my emails. As I was sitting responding to messages and comments, I received an email that stood out. One of my blog readers mentioned that their favourite photo of me so far is the one where I am sitting at my kitchen table working in just a sweater.

I found this perception very interesting. My sister Grace and I were talking about this yesterday. I sometimes forget that my lifestyle is not mainstream. I work from home, often times sitting fully nude, other times partially dressed and many times outside in nature. The weather here is much colder than you may imagine, but I still challenge myself to push my own boundaries and get outside naked even when the temperature is near freezing.

Today, however, I was cozied up in my chair gazing out at my beautiful view working until I arrived at my sister’s home to work on some collaborative projects. When I came to Grace’s house for a bit of work then some tub time, we set the intention for our day by starting with a smudge.

Now it is time for our “hot tub meeting”. I hope you are enjoying this beautiful day. Happy Friyay!

From my heart to yours,


Rainbow In The Sky

Hey lovelies,

As you know I launched this blog on January 1st this year. For me, it was the beginning of a new phase in life not just a new year. There was so much change in 2017 that my life does not even resemble the life I was living last year. I am just now feeling like I am truly finding my bearings. Each day I wake feeling hopeful and blessed. The support I have received is honestly so humbling for me.

As for today, it is a quiet overcast day. It rained briefly this morning. Sometimes the rain feels refreshing, but today the gentle sound of water droplets falling brought me into an almost meditative state. As I was sitting contemplating life, nudity, and being truly naked, my sister Grace arrived to pick me up. Today, rather than working at my place we decided to work at her place for a bit and then soak in her hot tub. On the way there I managed to capture a photo of a rainbow.

I hope you are having a beautiful evening.

From my heart to yours,


Rainbow in the Sky

Get Naked With Joy


Getting Naked With Joy

Hey lovelies,

A new friend of mine, Roque, went on an adventure with me the other day. We both enjoy poetry, nature, and we also share a deep love of outdoor exploration. Roque decided he wanted to come check out Salt Spring so he hopped on the 9 a.m. ferry and headed over to the eclectic and stunningly beautiful island where I currently live. Roque got to my home just before my sister, Grace, arrived for our two-hour “work” day. We chatted for a bit, then, once my sister arrived, he went on a solo outing to see if he could find some cool things to photograph.

Roque is passionate about photography, as am I, so he brought a variety of vintage cameras, including some Polaroid cameras with him. It was a fascinating experience having him excitedly share his passion for film, cameras, and specifically vintage camera equipment. After discussing photography for a bit, we decided to drive around and find a place to shoot.

We ventured out to Burgoyne Bay. I had just completed a photo shoot with another photographer there a couple days earlier and realized that there were a few shots we forgot to do. In my mind, it seemed perfectly natural to drive out there with this newly discovered photographer and friend.

Even more than just being nude, I love being naked in nature. When I say “nude”, I mean wearing no clothing. When I say “naked”, there is a deeper meaning for me. Being naked is an emotional and spiritual experience for me, but somehow, when I stepped out into the same field I had been photographed naked in just a couple days earlier, I knew it was not the right day for me to have a photo shoot. As if Roque’s thoughts were in sync with mine, he climbed up the tree and began connecting with his surroundings.

What I witnessed was beautiful, but it is not my story to tell. When I asked Roque if he could write something about his experience for this blog, this is what he shared:

Getting naked with Joy or getting naked in nature feels like you are experiencing the breeze, trees, grass, and sky for the first time. Like My primordial being was home. This experience reminded me that I must be true to myself, accept myself, and love me.

I have been thinking a lot about Neruda poetry. So here is one really fitting

By Pablo Neruda:

“Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You’ve vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.”

Thank you Roque for sharing this experience with me and granting me permission to share our collective experience in this post.

The featured image was taken by another photographer on Sunday.

I hope you are having a truly blissful day!

From my heart to yours,





Earthing With Joy

Hey lovelies,

Over the past two weeks since the new year began, I captured thousands of moments through both film and digital images. Some of the moments are captured by me (self portraits). Others are captured by my daughter who is an aspiring photographer, or my sister, Grace, who has always shared my passion for photography. In addition, I have been working with a specific photographer on multiple shoots in a variety of settings to capture my rewilding journey.

One of the aspects of rewilding that is more difficult to capture in a photo is the process of “earthing”.

According to Dr. Mercola:

“There is an emerging science documenting how conductive contact with the Earth, which is also known as Earthing or grounding, is highly beneficial to your health. Earthing appears to minimise the consequences of exposure to potentially disruptive fields like “electromagnetic pollution” or “dirty electricity.”

I have not been involved in any medical or scientific studies about earthing but I will tell you from my own personal perspective what earthing or grounding does for me. When I walk barefoot on the earth, I feel at peace. A sense of inner calm washes over my mind, my body, and my spirit. If I continue to walk on the earth once I access this state of flow I begin to tap into a deeply sensuous state of being and heightened awareness.

The following photos are portraits of my feet connecting with the earth. When I am barefoot indoors (like in the yoga photo or the one of me receiving a tarot card reading), I imagine roots emerging from my feet into the core of the earth. With the ground beneath my feet, the wind at my back, and the sun kissing my skin, I am one with Mother Earth. I hope your day is bliss.

From my heart to yours,


Sunday Yoga

Hey lovelies,

I hope you are having a truly blissful Sunday. I woke this morning cuddled up in bed tucked away from the world.

I then shifted to watching the mist roll across the willow pond outside my bedroom. Nurtured my body with a protein packed smoothie.

Then I was blessed to have a new friend pick me up and take me to the Salt Spring Yoga Center for a restorative Hatha yoga class. Life is pure bliss.

I am also excited to share that my friend is also my photographer. We are about to head to Burgoyne Bay another naturist photo shoot!

Please let me know what you are doing to pamper and honour yourself on this beautiful Sunday!

From my heart to yours,


Connection and Photos

Hey lovelies,

Yesterday was an interesting experience for me. On New Year’s day I had an incredibly unique photographic experience with a photographer I met for the first time. Since then, he and I have developed a connection on both personal and professional levels. We both love photography, but more importantly, what we love about photographing people is capturing the essence of that person’s inner being during a candid moment.

Yesterday, what made my day so interesting is that I hosted a photo shoot at my home. This beautiful young model, Skye, spent a couple hours on a ferry and arrived on the eclectic island of Salt Spring for her shoot with my friend. The main intention of Skye’s photo shoot was to capture a beautiful head shot to add to her modelling portfolio. The intention of my participation in her shoot was to use a few of my breakthrough techniques to help Skye expand her natural confidence and embrace her beauty on a more profound level.

Skye was lovely to work with. She is a gorgeous woman both inside and out. She has a background in dance, which helps her tap into her inner strength and hold space for herself during a photo shoot. After connecting through the power of energy, reflexology, and guided meditation, something divine unfolded. It can be challenging for a model to share their inner beauty, their inner strength, and also share their inner vulnerability during a photo shoot. But Skye was able to do this and more. I literally saw Skye step into herself and open on a deeper level. It is an honour to witness Skye blossoming into herself as she walks down her path as a model, social media influencer, and dancer. After her shoot was complete, Skye gifted each of us a reading from her Medicine Cards. The process was illuminating, Skye is a woman of many talents.

I mentioned Skye’s photo shoot to a friend. Naturally, he immediately thought Skye was naked during her photo shoot. So, in case it crossed your mind, Skye was fully clothed at all times. during her shoot This brings me to an important point.

People can get “naked” with me without being nude…

The photos in this post were taken by me on my iPhone 7 Plus (except the ones of Skye and I together).

To support Skye on her path, please follow her on Instagram: @skyekinsella_

From my heart to yours,


Sisters: Grace and Joy

Hey lovelies,

A lot of people have been asking both Grace and I about our connection. Some people have even been bold enough to ask if we are “real sisters”. The answer I will give is this. If, by “real sisters” people are asking if my sister, Grace and I are biological sisters with a blood connection, the answer is yes, we are blood sisters; we have the same biological father.

The deeper answer I will give about my sister Grace and I is that, even if we did not have a blood connection, we would be sisters in our hearts. Our connection is comparable to that of non-romantic soul mates. We were born to different mothers, but oddly enough, both of our biological mother’s names are Barbara.

Grace and I both grew up in Ontario, but not in the same home or even in the same town. When Grace was born, her parents (our father Michael and her mother, Barbara) were very young. After facing some family pressure, they ended up giving Grace up for adoption. Just before I was born, my parents (my mother, Barbara and our father, Michael) separated.

My mother continued living at home until her family decided that having an unwed mother living with them was shaming their family. They gave my mother very little notice and told her to leave. She ended up staying with a man who would later adopt me and raise me. My mother and my adopted father chose not to tell me about my adoption. At the age of 11, I found some documents that made me realise that I had a whole different family that I had been kept from.

I will not tell the deeper aspects of my sister’s story, that is her story to share. Grace and I met for the first time when I was 11 years old. We then met again once when I was 16 years old. The depth of our connection truly began in 2000. Grace wrote me a letter and sent me some pictures of her life.

Grace continued to reach out to me and I responded in kind. In 2003, I was pregnant with my fourth child and I ended up renting a farm house near Grace’s home. She drove by my house everyday on her way home from work, so she began stopping in for supper.

I was honoured to have Grace at the birth of my youngest daughter. It was a deeply touching and connecting experience for both of us. In 2004, I moved to British Columbia, Canada. It was Grace’s idea. She thought my heart and soul would fit in better on the West Coast; she was right. She joined me on the West Coast of Canada and since then, we have continued to build our lives both separately and together.

In 2013, I moved with my husband and our children to the Midwest. I only saw Grace and her family once in the whole time I was gone. It was difficult on both of us to live so far apart but in November of 2017, I left my husband and moved back to the eclectic island of Salt Spring. I not only have Grace in my life again, I am now blessed to have her working with me on this blog and my business ventures.

It is an exciting time for us and we are truly blessed to be able to share our journey with you! The photo below is one of us with our father, Michael. It was taken on Christmas day in 2003. I was 6.5 months pregnant with my youngest daughter.

From our hearts to yours,

Joy and Grace


Hey lovelies,

This morning I woke up feeling a deep sense of excitement. I was blessed with a couple of beautiful emails from people who read this blog and feel inspired to create change in their own lives. Knowing that sharing my journey inspires others reinforces that I am on the right path.

From the plethora of lewd, rude, and crude comments I get on social media, it is clear that not everyone truly gets the intention of my blog and my photos. Sometimes I’m not even sure I fully grasp why I am the way I am or why I do what I do and share the way I do.

I suppose this journey began with my own path to sensual transformation. I began my childhood as a victim. I continued to be a victim throughout my teens and even into my very early twenties.

At some point, I decided to reclaim my sexuality. I dove in to me on many levels, but I was still playing the role I thought I should. I was a selfless and devoted daughter, mother, and wife. That path was filled with beauty, but last year I came to a shocking realisation. I had what I call an “eat, pray, love moment“. In fact, I actually read a quote by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of Eat, Pray, Love that inspired me to create change in my life:

Moreover, I have boundary issues with men. Or maybe that’s not fair to say. To have issues with boundaries, one must have boundaries in the first place, right? But I disappear into the person I love.

I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog’s money, my
dog’s time—everything…

I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else.

In essence, Elizabeth is talking about unconditionally loving her man. I am a firm believer in unconditional love. For me, during the beautiful years I spent married to my husband, I loved fiercely and unconditionally. I was committed, loyal, and I as truly ALL IN.

Then something happened and everything changed in the blink of an eye. So here I am; it is 2018 and I am a single woman for the first time in over two decades. I am discovering aspects of my being that I had no idea existed. I feel a sense of freedom I have never felt before and it is truly exciting.

I hope you are having a beautiful day…

From my heart to yours,



Contemplation and Passion

Hey lovelies,

This morning my sister Grace and I have been contemplating the direction of this blog and our business. We need to decide what the intention and purpose for our naked journey is and more specifically, what we want to share with the world. For me, this process is about liberating myself. It is about diving in to my sensuality and expressing myself in an uninhibited way.

As a I dive deeper into myself, I discover more about who I am as a woman. It is an amazing and inspirational journey. Having my sister sharing this journey with me is mind blowing for me. It is a path I have walked alone for years and now Grace and I are on this journey together. There is something magical about walking this path with my sister. I look forward to seeing where it leads us…

I hope you are enjoying your day!

From my heart to yours,


Sister Time

Hey lovelies,

I am excited to share that my sister Grace is joining my naked adventures! Over the past four years she has been exploring a naturist lifestyle. When I asked her what nudism has done for her, she expressed the following:

“As a woman and a mother, incorporating nudism into my daily life has elevated my self esteem, improved my positive body image, and increased my confidence. In addition, naturism has helped me tap into my inner feminine being.

Having my sister, Joy on this path with me has expanded the depths of my journey. Working together on this endeavour with my sister has brought fire and passion into my life. I captured this candid photo of Joy when I first arrived this morning. She later captured one of me gazing over her willow pond.

If this is “work”, I’m in. Lol.”

From our hearts to yours,

Grace and Joy

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Rainy Sunday Morning

Happy Sunday lovely people!

I hope you are having a beautiful Sunday and an empowering new year! As for my life, the past year totally kicked my ass. However, other than a few emotional adjustments to my new life, I think so far I am kicking ass in 2018! I moved into my little cottage a few days ago, I launched this blog, I have been invited to Spain to teach “Rewilding” and I have my sister Grace in my life again (I moved to the US for just under 5 years and recently returned). Being close to my sister again makes my heart sing. She is one of the strongest, most courageous, beautiful women I am honoured to know.

Life is bliss; that is my mantra. I am feeling truly optimistic. In the moments that are intense, I remind myself to calm my mind, connect with my heart, and allow my breath to wash over my body. It is an excellent practice, especially when you are facing a lot of change. I woke this morning to the sound of rain. For some people, rain is a nuisance. For me, it is a breath of fresh air. Rain reminds me that change facilitates growth.

I have often wondered if I am Pluviophile:

“A pluviophile is a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.”

This morning I found the rain particularly therapeutic. It feels refreshing. Calming. Grounding. Rejuvenating. On the topic of rain, a story came to mind. A young male journalist who was interested in learning about longevity from centenarians:

“A centenarian is person who lives to or beyond the age of 100 years.”

So this young journalist began interviewing centenarians from around the world. The question he asked each of them was this,

“What lifestyle choices do you feel attributed to your longevity?”

There were a variety of intriguing answers from these beautiful wise souls, but one answer is particularly relevant to the topic of rain. The answer from a man who was 113 years old was:

“It’s simple. When it rains, I let it.”

That life lesson from a man who lived to be well over 100 years of age resonates with this phase of my life. I accept and embrace the process and challenge of change and when it rains and when it pours, I let it…

I hope you enjoy the rest of your Sunday!

From my heart to yours,


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Yurt Living With Joy

When I first landed here on on the eclectic island of Salt Spring in beautiful BC Canada, I was blessed to be fortunate enough to have my sister Grace’s lovely property to call home. Down the hill from her quaint home, tucked away in a sweet little meadow is an authentic Mongolian yurt. If you aren’t familiar with what a it is, a yurt – called Ger by the Mongols – is the traditional dwelling of nomadic families in Mongolia.

There is something deeply humbling about living in a yurt. You are sheltered from the elements, yet at one with mother nature. When the trees creak, it feels like you are in the forest the middle of a forest. When the wind blows, you can feel the yurt standing its ground while gently shifting. When it rains, the droplets of water hitting the surface of the yurt sound like tiny beating drums. I stayed in the yurt over the past couple of months, but on Jan 3rd I moved into a lovely 2-bedroom cottage near the ocean.

Below is a picture of the exterior of the yurt, me walking down the pathway from my sister, Grace’s home to the yurt, and one of me in the yurt:

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Wild Woman

If you have been following my social media accounts or reading this blog (which I launched on New Year’s Day in 2018) you have likely seen a variety of nude or partially nude photos of me.  It is not my intention to influence others through my photos or my words, I simply enjoy sharing my “Get Naked With Joy” adventures. From what I understand, different groups of people use different terms to describe naturism and related activities.

According to Wikipedia:

“Naturism, or nudism, is a cultural and political movement practising, advocating, and defending personal and social nudity, most but not all of which takes place on private property. The term may also refer to a lifestyle based on personal, family, or social nudism. Naturism may take a number of forms. It may be practiced individually, within a family, socially, or in public.”

Some people are very particular about the term used to describe their lifestyle. There are a variety of terms used to describe personal, situational and social nudity. For me, the term does not matter. Because I love being outdoors, the word naturism resonates with me, but nudism is also a term I embrace.

I grew up with a dad who was a social and situational nudist, so I have always felt comfortable being naked. At the same time, I have avoided sharing naked photos of myself publicly until this year. I suppose I was afraid of the reactions of friends, family and strangers.

On a personal level, my life changed dramatically in 2017. One of the aspects of me that shifted throughout the process I went through is that I somehow evolved into a woman who refuses to allow the conservative, limiting, or shameful thoughts of others to shape my life.

So here I am baring my soul and my body to you.

From my heart to yours,


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Winter Rewilding With Joy

For those of you who read my blog, Tantrachick, I am truly excited to share my new adventures with you! Today, my brother-in-law, drove to Mount Maxwell to take photos of my beautiful sister, Grace, with the gorgeous backdrop of Mount Maxwell.

While they were on their adventure, I explored the wilderness of the Salt Spring Conservancy with a local photographer to have my own rewilding adventure! It has been an absolutely stunning day! I hope you have had an equally beautiful day!

From my heart to yours,


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New Beginnings

Taken at: Madrona Woods, which is a Mongolian yurt tucked away on my sister Grace’s property here on beautiful Salt Spring Island, BC…

On November 8th, 2017 I arrived on the beautiful island of Salt Spring in British Columbia, Canada. I am starting an entirely new chapter of my life, which is why I finally shut down my blog, Tantrachick, which has received over 3 million views since I started it in 2009.

I am going on a naked adventure and I am excited to share the adventure with you!

From my heart to yours,


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