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Shame, self-loathing, pride, judgment all rose to the surface and broken up and my spirit in this minute transformed, and rested completely in her temple. It was like releasing the top of a pressure cooker, thoughts, beliefs and judgments flew out like hot

Nothing prepared me for this encounter. On this fateful day, however, nudity both electrified and intensified my experience of yoga. The instant was a complete shock - naked in my living-room, on my mat, I united into that divine union we all seek.
That has been the first time in three years of my yoga practice which I found what one calls yoga. I went deeper into my practice, my hands brushed past my nipples in Warrior One. I had nipples for the first time in my practice, not just a pressed down 'uniboob' in a yoga sports bra.
Even newly showered in the yoga practice, my body had her own unique smell like vanilla and earth - Had I ever smelled myself before? It was possibly one of the first times I had ever existed within my body consciously without judgment and managed to witness the wonder of creation and also the simple delight of even having a body. Each freckle became a puzzle and something to rouse wonder.
It was the most profound practice of my life. I sprung up from savasana with http://nudismphotos.net/?p=169 , transformed. I did a Google search to see who else was offering naked yoga at the time and just came across all-male classes that seemed to underscore Tantric-practice, read lots of male-on-male activity.
Frustrated that there were no choices for me to practice aside from in my family room, I tentatively put out an announcement that I would be offering a class. The result was instantaneous. Seemingly, people were having similar experiences inside their own living rooms.
From there the story was composed - the world proclaimed: We desire naked yoga! I chanced upon a small naturist community that was practicing bi weekly and we combined classes. We'd begin course in a circle, with saying our names and what brought us there. The vulnerability in the group's opening circle was deep. In each course, we moved from several strangers to a group on a pilgrimage for the sacred.
Each class was a mixed bag scattered with intentions starting from beating shame and self-judgment, to one timers who knew they'd to try this to prove they could do anything, to advanced yogis who wanted to deepen their practice by including nudity to the occasional creepy guy in the rear, all supported by a bunch of long time naturists. Many men have arrived expecting to see a group of flexy blonde girls, only to see a group made up almost completely of guys staring back at them who had the very same expectation. Yet, most chose to stay in course anyhow as they released that expectancy and uncovered a deeper part of themselves.
I've received weekly the question in the mouths of men's shame - What happens if I get an erection? I have seen a huge selection of erections and though in no group was it memorable to me that a man had one. The category just isn't inherently sensual. While we as people are sexy/sexual beings that's not the focus of this class and an erection quickly learns that when the reality of the instant collides with what the mind has fabricated. Within the first ten minutes of http://nudismsite.com/tube/wander-into-a-nudist-crowd/ , every body in the room finds equanimity, the group discovers wholeness and a collective journey begins.
Memorable moments from these classes comprise: a woman finding a birthmark on her body for the very first time, a Hasidic Jewish man taking off all his religious clothes and getting into down-facing dog, a mom-and-daughter duo practicing side-by-side, a Jewish and Muslim guy disrobing across from each other as I watched religious tension dissipate before my eyes, a man in a chastity belt, a girl who somehow had not understood ours was a naked yoga course and practiced with us anyhow.
For three years, these courses were my crux of self-discovery. Every time I thought I had the nudity thing down, I would reach another degree of self-discovery in the practice. I experienced the toils of the best way to honor my body and the practice while menstruating and teaching at exactly the same time.


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