Tag: Divine Masculine

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 Letting go also meant letting almost a decade of my words, photos, and self-expression to be unpublished.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,

Joy

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