Cheryl and I, Roland, the creators of this lifestyle blog, Handcraftedtravellers, have already described, defined our philosophy, ethos, ethics, material culture, relation to ownership, so our work as life unfolds in real time and presents situations that need to be faced. In other words we have introduced ourselves as creative thinkers and doers, as intuitive feelers to our readers.
But still, I have a sense of hiatus here, as far as the wholeness of the picture of who the two of us (like this, in first person plural) really are. Not towards ourselves, for I do not believe there is a need of such nosce te ipsum on loud speaker. It is a long awaiting gratitude towards you, to gain a flesh-and-blood picture of us.
Neither is this an effort in some muddling or – contrarily – in trepid explanation of what to us is obvious: that a person(ality) is one and indivisible into private and public attributes.
That being said, my aim is to complete – and not to add shock factor to – whom you have gotten to know us as. I want to demonstrate the virtue of genuineness, integrity and intransigence, where the soft side in us is coupled with strength, the self is undergoing a continuous evolution, so it maintains its perceptiveness, but strives for a wise selectiveness at the same time, keeping the whole together and move in the same general direction in infinity.
What could offer a more fitting opportunity to deliver this, than the reawakening in the wonderland of South Devon, our new home, a place that so co-resonates with our outwardly inner vibes, that it’s a pride to tempt ourselves calling it a final home.
It is going to lend our receivers, donors and all the participants in-between who have shaped us or witnessed our transformation (a morphosis in progress) an honest, straightforward self-portrait. Take it away…
Let me start with the found sense of calm and harmony, that has been with us for the entire fourteen years of our marriage and greatly contributed to the balanced psyches and dispositions we identify with today. It must be due to this unison between us as lovers and individuals that has endowed us with great resilience and steadfastness.
Love for us is also inseparable of a mutually completing sex drive. We regard sexuality an essential manifestation of a wholesome existence, a discharge channel of great creative, vital energies. Something to cherish and nurture, ethically, not to be ashamed of. Needless say, we are not prudish, but must say we condemn promiscuity. Nevertheless, we have long shed our undies in the same general search for health and sensuous freedom this simple act also offers, while keeping with a sound social code of ethics.
You would never find me as a man in public displaying my bare chest. My principle is simple and based on gender equality: I take my shirt off where my wife (or any other lady, really) feels comfortable doing so too.
While we are at bare skin: we practice, support and encourage nude (naturist) sunbathing as individuals and as a family with child alike. We are comfortable with, love our bodies and love our child’s body which she most definitely feels the same way about. Mingling with other nudists while enjoying activities in a prejudice-free, non-judgmental environment is something of great educational, social value. It teaches respect, humbleness, compassion and also lends one a sense of unitedness with Nature, in Nature, stripped of cultural stigmas (however orthodox or novel).
Csermely, our now five year old daughter was born not only home, but unassisted – by choice. We could not have made a better decision and it is the way we would go if we were ever honored by a child’s arrival again. This kind of birthing experience provides bonds like no other, not only between newborn and mother, but the baby and father too. Csermely slid in my arms in her snug amniotic sac. An unforgettable bliss.
We consciously oppose vaccination and have refused to vaccinate our child from even before she was born. Back in Hungary we fought our case with great determination, us seeking out publicity (not the other way around) and in that much we prevailed. Again, Cheryl and I acting as one. Csermely is by far the healthiest person we have encountered in our lives. We wish to her to find her match some day and enjoy the company of many others with uncompromised health.
Our family takes no synthetic medications ever, we approach health holistically and dialectically, moving back and forth between the mind-soul-gut unity and the natural-social environment that influences it.
On a side note, we believe that all other life forms should be treated in the same holistic way, as we treat our own children with the highest conscience. No exceptions.
Learning and the alacrity to do so is innate trait of all that are healthy, it does not take institutionalized education to activate it or to bring it to the utmost fruition, but the opposite can and does very easily happen. The same goes for creativity. In her educational upbringing we are committed to offer our daughter the empowerment she expresses a need for while pursuing her interests, passions, including the option of a school as such. However, we are preparing, enabling her to proudly assume her own sovereign-of-all stance, to dare face and resist the draw of the mainstream. I dream of a world, a time where and when competence is finally dissociated from academic competitiveness.
One reason we chose the UK as our new home is that today this country offers the highest degree of freedom in education in the whole world. We are very grateful for that as neither of us is a ‘hide and seek’-er and wish to instill this sense of openness in our child’s character development too.
Politically speaking we stand for the future, which is nature and nature is side-neutral, so we view incredulously and with great suspicion the monkey business between rights and lefts, including their extremities which virtually overlap out there. What we consider radical and work on bringing to life, is largely inconceivable for the political arena. That’s why in our opinion one should never wait for policymakers to supply proper guidance: they are always en retard.
The best politics can do is to identify the most forward pointing grassroots initiations at all times and prescribe them as norm to be followed.
Cheryl and I are non-religious, yet spiritually very sensitive and always open, ready for new self-discoveries. Intuitive flows absolutely need this freedom from blockages. And the emphasis here is on sensitivity, on feel in an animistic way that transcends our basic physical senses.
I am in awe and humbled by Cheryl’s abilities of dowsing and seeing auras even if on an unsolicited, unpredictable basis. In my view it simply demonstrates a high altitude, great-depth attunement to cosmic universalities. I, myself, am not there yet and may not ever be in this life… All I know is a feel of loving openness.
It fits right in this spot, so I take the opportunity to state that in our view science ought not be the steering force in humanity’s destiny, but must take the back seat of the careful observer. Science as such is by its nature unfit to answer the most relevant ‘intrigues’ in life. Art in its genuine form comes incomparably closer. And intuition tops the list, unchecked.
On a lighter(?) note, neither of us can endorse a conscious omittance of nourishing our bodies with the flesh and blood of other animals. Meat, organ meat and animal fats are all highly nutritious, easy to digest and non-allergenic food stuff. The key is the reverence we treat our domestic or wild prey with during the course of their life and in the process of harvesting them. The synthesis of our own individual (far) ancestry and the present vernacular, fitting the former into the offerings of the greatest potential of what is native in the place we chose to live, seems to be the optimal diet in our view (see our food creed on Baconish).
And finally, right under the food paragraph, here at the bottom, let me round our self-presentation by saying (and here in Totnes more than in most other places it can expect some accolades) that we can hardly wait to return to the compost toilet, in a highly aesthetic indoor form yet to be designed and built.
Here we are… we are here and holding together.