I started teaching clothing-optional yoga about six months ago.
My first day was a wild crazy day of awesomeness, probably on par with the wild crazy day of awesomeness I experienced the day I busted out of my mother’s womb. (If you are curious what that day was like—the day in which I encountered the thought, “holy shit I’m about to take my clothes off in a room of people who will also be taking their clothes off,” this is the article.)
Now it’s about six months in and I have had so many experiences that keep bringing me back into a room where I get to explore myself in a completely different way—simply because I allow myself to be seen fully by myself and others.
- Naked yoga: It’s on my bucket list, although you probably wouldn’t want to watch (metronews.ca)
- New naked hot yoga class for men in Regina (cbc.ca)