Naked coffee in the garden
Posted on Jun 23rd, 2008
by 
Carla
Carla
Here's what happens when I quietly take my coffee naked in the garden, sitting on my rock (cold!) bench. Pouring rain when I awoke, misty juiciness now.
Bumble bees making whoopie with the raspberry blossoms over my right shoulder.
A lone chirpy cricket somewhere in the mud.
Birds thrumming their wings purposefully as they each claim their favorite place for bug catching.
Back and forth, again and again. Hungry nestlings!
Snatches of song, strictly business. . .
Cedar waxwings untie the sweat lodge. Seems late for nest building, but maybe they need repairs, enlargements.
Someone is watching me.
Look down the lane, I am transfixed, held in the gaze of a doe.
Her smooth brown haunch as solid as earth, her strong stem of a neck alert.
White flag tail casually twitches at a fly.
We gaze and gaze and gaze, until I feel her inside of me, tailbone to crown.
At that moment, she relaxes back into her browsing of raspberry canes on the ledge,
glancing at me occasionally.
She slowly walks to the east, through the raspberries, I see her glance up at me between chews. Then she presents her broad left flank to me as she crosses back west across the path.
My coffee cup is empty, my heart is full.
Bumble bees making whoopie with the raspberry blossoms over my right shoulder.
A lone chirpy cricket somewhere in the mud.
Birds thrumming their wings purposefully as they each claim their favorite place for bug catching.
Back and forth, again and again. Hungry nestlings!
Snatches of song, strictly business. . .
Cedar waxwings untie the sweat lodge. Seems late for nest building, but maybe they need repairs, enlargements.
Someone is watching me.
Look down the lane, I am transfixed, held in the gaze of a doe.
Her smooth brown haunch as solid as earth, her strong stem of a neck alert.
White flag tail casually twitches at a fly.
We gaze and gaze and gaze, until I feel her inside of me, tailbone to crown.
At that moment, she relaxes back into her browsing of raspberry canes on the ledge,
glancing at me occasionally.
She slowly walks to the east, through the raspberries, I see her glance up at me between chews. Then she presents her broad left flank to me as she crosses back west across the path.
My coffee cup is empty, my heart is full.
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QaR
August 2008 
I felt like I was there behind your eyes watching the scene unfold.
Magnificent Carla,
My heart is full and my coffee cup is lost.
;-)
Thank you Lars. I wanted to share the moment.
If that's not an advert for the club, I don't know what is;-)
But seriously, see what happens when we get rid of all that which separates us from the natural world? Beautiful.
This was so earthy and sensual. It gave me a twinge.
Earthy and sensual is where I live, and in Maine's brief season, naked in the garden as often as possible. As witnessed today, I usually have company.
Thank you all for joining me this morning.
Beautiful, magical moments Carla…thank you for conveying it with such love.
Wow…….absolutely beautiful. One question: do you have mosquitos and black flies there in Maine? :)
God(dess), I love you!
Yes Centria we do, Black flies demons have gone by, and the dawn torrent kept the mosquitos down this morning. They were whining around again tonight.
We have ticks too, don't forget ticks.
Sue, I love you too!
Helen, I am loved so much on this land. So much wealth.
Thank you for sharing these moments of naked bliss in your garden.. I'm envious cuz I don't have a garden in my life right now & I love being naked too. When I lived in Perth many yrs ago, I had a great garden & as you, cherished my morning coffee in the nude. One morning I was pottering about in the backyard & got the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up & a young woman sitting in my tree was looking down at me. She had been sleeping on my sunbed & must have raced up tree when she heard me coming. She was tripping on some kind of drug & wouldn't come down when I offered her a coffee too. I think my bare buttness intimidated her greatly. Either that, or she wasn't into coffee that much ;-)
Tara, good morning Your Bare Buttness!
Maybe she wondered if she was dreaming.
Everyone is welcome to join me in the garden any time, clad as you prefer.
Though if we all gather the deer may not show up. Mosquitos will, and cats.