My clothes free journey has been a true practice of loving honesty. Engaging in clothes free life, especially with clothes free yoga as part of it, is teaching me to be with what is: this is how my body feels right now, this is what is on my heart.
Over time I built of the habit of wanting to either fix whatever I thought was “wrong” with me or anesthetize myself altogether, ignoring what is going on beneath the surface. My clothes free life no longer permits me to be that way, at least not for long. Being naked in my body forces me to be naked in spirit with myself. Thank goodness, because when I take advantage of that opportunity to give up the fight, I tap into what is real. I take off the mask of, “this is how it must be” or “everything is fine” and get to the bottom of what is going on.
Not that I jump for joy at everything I discover underneath the surface. Sometimes it’s like, “Oooo…ewww…um… yeah, alrighty then. That’s there.” My humanity is just that: humanity.
Come to think of it, though, even my honest hot mess is beautiful. That’s another thing clothes free life is teaching me. A forest or the woods can have a lot going on and still be beautiful. Even the fallen trees and random logs in the tiny stream passing by are all beautiful. So, too, my standing trees, my fallen trees, my bears, my sand, my rocks…they are all beautiful in their own way.