Going out for a walk this morning, I was struck by these two acanthus bushes, almost sentinels to a Cluniac chapel whose apse is visible. What am I doing there, naked? It is an experience, a knowledge, and awareness. Naked means that you let what has impressed you become part of you; it means that you are open, without prejudicial defences, without your knowledge to act as a filter. The two bushes were beautiful and placed in the right place, even before I knew they were acanthus.