Блог О пользователеtegiwari

Регистрация

 

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


Nothing prepared me for this encounter. As much as that point, yoga was for me 90 minutes of asanas followed by spice tea and ginger biscuits conversing about the new Deepak Chopra book or fawning over Jai Uttal's new CD. On this fateful time, nevertheless, nudity both electrified and intensified my experience of naked couple in leucate vilages . The second was a complete shock — naked in my own living room, on my mat, I united into that divine union all of US seek. That has been the very first time in 3 years of my yoga practice that 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 very first time in my practice, not simply a pressed down 'uniboob' in a yoga sports bra. Even freshly showered in the yoga practice, my body had her own unique smell like vanilla and world — Had I ever smelled myself before? It was possibly among the first times I 'd ever existed within my body knowingly without judgment and was able to observe the wonder of creation and even the simple delight of even having a body. Each freckle became a mystery and something to rouse wonder. The experience was both transcendental and embodied, both sacred and secular. It was the most profound practice of my life. I sprung up from savasana with purpose, transformed. I did a Google search to see who else was offering naked yoga at the time and only came across all-male courses that appeared to stress Tantric-practice, read tons of male-on-male action. I used ton't need some weird guy's hands on me in child's pose, but I did desire to see if others out there were having similar experiences. Frustrated that there were no options for me to practice other than in my family area, I tentatively put out an announcement that I 'd be offering a course. The result was instantaneous. I received an outpouring of queries in my personal email box including some from the press. Apparently, people were having similar experiences within their own living rooms. From there the story was written — the world proclaimed: We need naked yoga! I found a little naturist community that was practicing biweekly and we blended groups. We'd start 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 went from a group of strangers to a group on a pilgrimage for the sacred. Each class was a mixed bag scattered with objectives starting from overcoming shame and self-judgment, to one timers who knew they had to try this to prove they could do anything, to advanced yogis who needed to deepen their practice by including nudity to the occasional creepy guy in the back, all supported by a group of long time naturists. Many men have arrived expecting to see a group of flexy blonde women, only to see a group made up almost completely of guys staring back at them who had the very same anticipation. Yet, most chose to remain in course anyhow as they released that expectation 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 've seen a huge selection of erections and nevertheless in no class was it memorable to me that a man had one. The type just isn't fundamentally erotic. While we as people are sexy/sexual beings that is not the focus of the course and an erection quickly learns that when the reality of the instant collides with what the head has fabricated. Within the first ten minutes of class, every body in the room uncovers equanimity, the group finds wholeness and a collective journey starts. Memorable moments from these classes comprise: a girl finding a birthmark on her body for the very first time, a Hasidic Jewish man taking off all his religious clothing and getting into down-facing dog, a mom-and-daughter couple practicing side by side, a Jewish and Muslim man disrobing across from each other as I watched spiritual tension dissipate before my eyes, a guy in a chastity belt, a girl who somehow hadn't known ours was a naked yoga class and practiced with us anyhow. For 3 years, these courses were my crux of self discovery. Every time I really thought I had the nudity thing down, I would reach another level of self-discovery in the practice. I experienced the toils of how exactly to honor my body and the practice while menstruating and teaching at the same time.


 

Для ответа с цитированием необходимо
выделить часть текста исходной записи