Tag: Naked With Joy

Get Naked With Joy

Hey lovelies,

It’s been awhile! I have been focusing a lot on building my Twitter community and launching my Only Fans profile. I have begun diving in to the world of video creation.

Those of you who know me personally know that while I am a bold and transparent person I also have a very shy side. I find video creation quite daunting to be honest but I am forcing myself to break through.

One of my favorite things in the whole world is to dance so I started with a few dance videos. It’s interesting because, although I have been dancing my whole life, I have never actually seen myself dance.

It’s an interesting journey. In case you have not been following my Twitter profile, here is a collection of photos from the past few months. I hope you are having a blissful Saturday!

From my heart to yours,


Body Freedom

Hey lovelies,

When I first began sharing my naturist adventures publicly (Jan 1/2018), I had no idea what people would think. I didn’t necessarily expect a negative response, but I also didn’t expect my images to elicit such a positive response. Men, women, and couples from all over the world began sending me emails, messages, and posting comments of support on my social media accounts.

“Joy, your bravery moves me. You openness humbles me. Your strength inspires me.” -T.H.

Some people even shared their own partially clothed or fully nude self-portraits with me. I am not talking about nude photos of an erotic nature, I am talking about thoughtful, elegant, and inspirational photos. Within the first 30 days of launching my Twitter account, my tweets received over 1 million impressions.

After contemplating the reactions to my posts, I came to the realization that I have something of value to offer. The top comment I receive is that I exude a “natural confidence” when I am nude. I found this interesting. I reflected, asking myself why I am so comfortable being naked. I don’t have a concrete answer, but I definitely feel comfortable when I am naked.

As I further explored this topic, I decided that it makes sense to offer “Body Freedom Sessions” to men, women, and couples. The response has been overwhelmingly positive. So I have been digging deeper to see what a Body Freedom session looks like. Years ago I worked with a client in his late 60’s who had never been naked in front of a single human being. He had been married for most of his adult life, but his conservative upbringing made it uncomfortable for him to be nude in front of his own wife.

He decided that he wanted to change this aspect of himself, so he reached out to me. He asked me if I would be willing to simply sit with him and talk comfortably with him while he undressed. That is exactly what I did. I made some tea and talked with him while he nervously fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. I continued talking while he finished undressing. He was worried he would become aroused. I told him not to judge himself, just open to the experience and try to embrace his body.

It was an absolutely beautiful experience. During his session, I chose to stay fully clothed. It was not something I had ever done before and I didn’t see how my own nakedness would enhance his experience. After a few sessions, he managed to do the same thing with his wife. They ended up both slowly taking off their clothes until they stood in front of each other. Man and wife. Standing naked with the lights on for the first time in their lives. They cried and held each other, then made sweet love. With the lights on…

I am working on creating a full Body Freedom Session description. In the meantime, as this process continues to unfold, if you think a session with me would be beneficial for you, please reach out through my contact page.

I hope you are having a beautiful day!

From my heart to yours,


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,





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,



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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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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