I love to be naked.
I sleep naked and attempt to wear the barest minimum of clothing.
I love my naked flesh, the suns kiss touching me.
You would think that someone as comfortable with nudity as I am would be past any lessons of being “naked and not ashamed”
And yet there is always more…
When I’m preparing to do Altar Work I normally have a certain pattern I follow. I bathe and open myself to “hear” what sacred items I should don prior to beginning. Recently while going through this ritual I heard a gentle urging – “Get naked” – I immediately began to comply and then felt a moment of hesitation. I reached for one of my silk sarongs and felt an instant “No” – I paused – dropped it and turned back to the altar thinking “If I can’t be naked before the Divine….then who CAN I be naked with”
And I stepped in front of the Altar – totally naked.
I realized that in all my years of engaging with the Divine consciously – I have never been naked in front of an Altar.
Oh I’ve murmured a meditation, a heartfelt plea or a word of Thankfulness cozied in bed naked – but I was under a blanket and thus still not naked.
When I take my Sacred Baths I’m naked – and yet water offers its own form of being cloaked and covered.
But until a few days ago – I had never been totally naked in that way.
And I felt intensely vulnerable.
Not a vulnerability that says “I’m nothing” – for that is not the sort of relationship I have with the Divine – but a vulnerable that says “I’m fully exposed, fully known “
My AltarWork that day was profound – I wept freely while entreating, requesting, honoring and doing all I Do. I freely flowed from the place of Spirit and back to the more temporal – effortlessly. Once I moved past my initial discomfit – and a fear that I didn’t know I had about in some way offending the Divine by being nude – I was blissfully and joyfully liberated.
Then I saw the following quote when I opened a “Daily OM” –
“There is a freedom in being naked that few enjoy because we have been learned to be embarrassed.”
When I read this I realized that often we have learned to be embarrassed – not only in social situations when we spill a bit of wine or mispronounce a word – but even when with those we love, or- worse yet- with ourselves.
We’ve forgotten the freedom in being exposed and seen without wondering about the critiques of others, without the ever present inner critic telling us to be better or more.
We’ve learned to cover ourselves in lovely things- to wear our degree’s as collars of validation, our occupation or employer as a crown of accomplishment, our financial acumen (real or imagined) as the most luxurious fur coat.
There is a freedom in being naked.
In stripping ourselves of these external trappings and standing before ourselves – naked. Marveling as a child in seeing our toes and navel, feeling sun on our naked emotions, our exposed thoughts, letting a loved one touch and see our essence covered in the skin of our thoughts.
We become regal and noble and all that is wonderful in that vulnerability.
We are Naked… and in this state we are Actualized.
~Originally Posted 1/12/12