I think that blessed are those who can see beauty in ordinary things, for they always have a connection to Source.
We mourn the passing of Jaromir, who contributed to Domai and also ran PrettyNudes.sk, one of the very few sites which had a similar view and philosophy as Domai (fun and beauty above sex). He was a friend too and will be remembered. Here are a couple of his photos:
Summer on the Ranch.
Letter 2 by Mark M:
For many years, as a teenager muddling his way through the wonderful but confusing world of "man" and "woman", I found it hard to articulate why I could sometimes be struck dumb by some things, but left utterly disinterested by others. I could spend any amount of time quietly admiring an attractive young woman reading by the river, yet the inevitable tide of top-shelf magazines found in any group of boys simply washed by me without trace. I knew what I liked, and it made perfect sense to me on an instinctive level, but explaining it was beyond me.
Moving forward to the present day, I recently came across the DOMAI website whilst following a chain of links, the general subject of which can be summarised as: "How to let a woman know that you find her attractive for who she is, rather than what she is." One of those links led to a DOMAI newsletter on the subject of making and accepting compliments, which I found sensitive and well-argued, so I read some more, and pretty soon I was hooked. It feels good to know that there are men beyond myself (and a couple of close friends) who prefer something greater than the modern tendency to elevate looks and sexuality above all else.
Having made that discovery, I think it's time to take a crack at explaining that puzzle from my teenage years, with the help of an example from the time. Over the two decades since then, that example has remained my most evocative memory of feminine beauty for its own sake.
It happened during a swimming class, where the Phys Ed teacher had us lined up at one end of the pool to practice swimming underwater. Each of us was to swim as far as we could on one breath, surface, continue to the other end of the pool, climb out and rejoin the line of people waiting. I had just left the pool after my turn, so I was walking back to the group as a classmate began her pass.
Did I mention that this was a co-ed swimming class? No? Most remiss of me.
As I got to about halfway along the poolside, she swam right past, still underwater, and through a sunbeam that was wavering with nothing more than the slightest of ripples. The light shifted her shoulder-length hair from fair to gold, cushioned against the black of her swimsuit and framed by the blue of the pool. She was tall and slim, a much better swimmer than I, and she glided through the water with the utmost economy of movement. The only trace of her passage was a perfectly-spaced line of bubbles, struck silver in the sun.
For me, time seemed to stretch as I tried to absorb every detail without betraying myself to twenty spectators and a Phys Ed teacher. In that moment, I quietly promoted my classmate from "attractive" to "beautiful". She was an expression of grace.
That was the key. There was no need for nudity or sexuality. Just an elemental appreciation for that once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a facet of perfection.
DOMAI is the one site I've seen so far which aims to show nudity in a way which is compatible with that outlook, where true beauty can become a sum which is greater than its parts. My favourite images from the newsletter turn out to be the ones where the young woman is captured in perfect comfort with her situation - you can always tell from the smile!
Here and now, in my thirties, I have become legally blind. I still have enough of my eyesight left to see and enjoy those moments of grace in my life, although they are harder to catch now, since I have to be looking in exactly the right direction as they happen. If there's one thing I'd say to people on the subject, it's this: "Take advantage of your chances while you have them." I have no idea where that young woman from my class is now, but I'll never forget her in that moment, and I'm glad I was there to see it.