Sometimes I practice yoga naked.
I mean butt naked. I turn off the lights, light my candles and breathe. I immerse myself bare in yoga music flowing through a series of yoga poses I only choose within the moment. No attachment to routine or outcome or doing it "right"; I just allow my body and breath to lead. This is the ultimate getting-in-touch-with-my-body time. A unique liberation happens here. As if you are naked before God, vulnerable naked. All of you is exposed. Your heart, your mind, your body. How freeing to not feel the confines of cotton, although delicate laid, still limiting. I am left only to feel the lines of energy flowing along their meridians within the invisible layers of who I am. It is only breath and intuition. A free reign they don't get very often. To see with your eyes your body exactly as it is and love it for being so. My body has the markings of a life spent releasing and growing. A beautiful horizon only available within a sacred space such as this.
Become one with your practice, your eightfold path.
With Grace & Gratitude...
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