Naked in Nature

07 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment

by Yemoyali in Naturally Naked Tags: barefooted, big butt, breasts, cancer, digital diva, digital mothers, divine feminine, eryka badu, garden of Eden, international midwives and healers, kulana, mothers, naturally naked, nipples, rebirth, resurrenction, sacred path to reiki, sensual, sensual men, sexy, stomping ground, volcano

There was no greater joy than I can recall than my naked feet pounding the pavement or grass as I ran and played with my friends as a young girl. It was thought my feet that I connected and experienced the world around me. The hot pavement, the cold rained upon grass, the mushy dirt, the thorny weeds and a cool breeze between my toes defined my world.  And as I grew older, this natural connection to the world moved through my thighs, my round butt and breasts the way the vibrated when I ran was invigorating. I was soon after the breasts got big enough to giggle that then became tightly drawn into my body as I suppose was required by the laws of our society at the time. I remember loving to put my hands on my hips and lean-to the side. To feel the thunder the crashed through my thighs when I stomped and swayed my hips and shake my butt wildly and fast. And I didn’t think of what I was doing as sexy. It seemed natural, raw and free. This freedom of my natural feminine self received a regressing blackening through early sexual attack. My nipples hurt in the repression of their roundness. My thighs quivered and my butt became flat in deflated movement and tremendous bouts of sitting instead of dancing. I learned to tuck my natural feminine self deep inside out of a self of self-protection and preservation. But after many years of hard work in recovering and reviving my feminine presence, She stands boldly and naturally naked every chance I get.

From Sexy to Sensual

In the stages of my growth from girl to woman I went through various modes of expression. I went from baggy to black to tight as my skin.  All expressing my interpretation of sexy. Yes, I barred my cleavage with push up bras and low-cut tops and donned tight-fitting jeans to grip my big bodacious butt.  Yes, I had recovered my sense of sexy and found I could be quite alluring. It wasn’t until I stepped into a modern-day Garden of Eden that my sexy transformed into sensual.

 Naked in the Garden

In a recent trip to Hawaii I stayed with a family in a beautiful home that used natural power and lived in harmony with the beautiful island that embodied them. This quaint home used natural solar lighting and power and filtered rain water was used for cooking and bathing. This home happened to belong to author Katalin Koda and her family who wrote the Sacred Path of Reiki.www.sacredpathreiki.com/

 We had a few long conversations about her Reiki Warrior workshops and healing sessions. One my first day of arrival her family went to shopping and I was left on my own and given a towel and guidance on how to use the outdoor rainwater powered shower. The shower was built with volcanic rocks at its base with a bamboo enclosure. The entryway faced the yard designed with low-lying bushes and coconut trees. I took my first rainwater bath and felt like a sensual goddess. My skin has been transformed into chocolate silk and I stepped out into the garden to air dry, holding onto the edge of the towel in case I needed to quickly cover for any reason. The hot Hawaiian sun beamed down upon me and I knew I was in paradise, back in the Garden of Love and Life. Bliss had finally found me. After that initiation into being naked in nature, I found myself naked in the pouring rain, naked in a food garden, naked in uncut grass, naked sitting on a stump of fallen tree, and walking around the house naked daily.

Once an ex-mate came to stay with me for the summer and I explained to him that I walk around the house naked. I explained that this was not an invitation to be sexual. That it was a natural sensual expression of my most basic self. The first time he saw me exit after taking a bath and walk across the living room to my bedroom naked his eyes followed my every movement. And at one point he moved to approach. I shook my finger in the air, “No…No…No.” I said gently. “It’s not an invitation.” He would retreat back into wonderment. Before the month was out he too found himself strutting across the house naked and it was him how was shaking his finger at me, “No…No…No…It’s not an invitation.” I got the chance to experience the male body naturally, sensually naked. What a rare gift it was; a powerful and beautiful gift; absolutely. Unclothing the sensual man is a phenomenon.

These days, I truly only wear clothing for protection from the uncomfortable temperatures and climates. Oh, and I guess because it is against the law and I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere and get service due to the “no shoes, no shirt, no service” policies. Now, I did catch wind of Ms. Erykah Badu’s “bare naked truth strut through Dallas earlier this year in one of her artist videos called Window Seat. I thought it was bold and was able to tell her so at a resent International Midwives and Healers http://www.ictcmidwives.org/conference in Long Beach.  She spoke to a conference room of women about her natural childbirth experiences and recounted the 5 Mothers who helped her journey into motherhood, Mother Nature being one of them. The sistah was bold. And in person she is down to earth and very motherly. And while I am not quite that bold, I am motherly and extremely sensual. And my gift to the feminine body is to reclaim a sense of connection to the sensuality and nakedness and to maintain a positive and healthy (rather than shame based) connection to the Garden of Life, Earth and the Universe that surrounds it. Being sensually reconnected the Divine Beauty within me to the Divine Mother that surrounds me. And connecting to my sensuality, abandoning my unnatural sense of sexiness, allowed me to embrace my dimpled butt, sagging breasts, and stretch marked hips and call them beautiful, natural and sensually me.

Fiercely Naked

Another naked in nature experience I had was at an artist retreat called Discover Kulana http://www.discoverkulana.com/. Artist, filmmaker, author, Cristina Salat transformed her home into a natural playground for artists nestled in the rainforest of Volcano, Hawaii. Among lava rocks, oahu trees, rainwater catchments, and air sometimes the smell of active volcanic sulphur, I wrote the first draft of a stage play that I call the Resurrection of Lisa (formerly Giving Birth to Death).

I went to Hawaii because I had asked Spirit where I could go to see a reflection of my inner most self in nature. And spirit replied in a volcano. The natural passions of the fire and water make new earth. And I was going to learn about this affair. While there, I had the honor to be naturally naked in an emotional way. A fellow artist was in retreat at Kulana the same time I was. Cereth was a breast cancer survivor who was creating her new beginnings and chose Hawaii as the place to come to heal and reconnect within. She was designing a new bra and fillers for women without breasts that would feel natural and would have rhythmic movements as a women’s body swayed. Ceretha also practiced group meditation and movement workshops with me and Cristina. And one day we all went to a National Park where she re-birthed herself from a huge tree. I remembering wishing I could have climbed inside the truck of this tree but no, not my big butt. And I remember Cristina saying something like “Why is it black women always helping others with rebirth?” I giggled softly and smiled. I guess it is something we do. This was my first rebirth and it felt great being her witness.

And on another day, the tiny woman transformed herself into a lioness right before my eyes. We were all dancing outside her cabin at Kaluna, in one of her guided movement workshops and she felt so inspired that she took her top off and danced in front of us bare, naked and raw. Her hands reached up towards the sky. She was shaking and moaning all sorts of feelings through her being.  I felt her sounds as expressions of unlocking herself from the pain of shame, the hiding, the process of redefining and accepting herself without breasts and the desire for us to acknowledge her as still a divine feminine. And in that grassy, volcanic rock ‘Stomping ground” at Kaluna’s I witnessed a miracle. Aretha found her freedom and was naked in self-love and empowered acceptance. I looked at the indents and scars where her breast use to be and I was breathless and fearful for a brief moment. Unsure if I was warrior enough to experience this type of blackening. And at the same time wondering if I was ready to join her and bare my wounded womb. And now looking back, I know she was modeling and attempting to provoke my courage to bare all. No, not yet. Not ready to be that emotionally naked, in front of others. But I did dance with Ceretha and my fears around her scars faded away and I became captured and naked in her courage.  Ceretha, a reflection of the divine feminine naturally naked in passionate courage. After that, we made collages, beaded jewelry and toured the volcano. And for the first time in my life we drove through a double rainbow. And I was close enough to one edge of the rainbow to see where it touched the ground. Yes, the Mother of Life and Love was with us in the Garden and we were transformed in her beauty and mystery.

Digital Divas – Naked in the Digital Universe

Now, I a nature lover to my heart have been noticing a new trend among our women. Being glued to digital technology like it is the electricity of our souls. People not being that interested in catching some sun or moonlight on the skin and prefer to glide though the internet all day long. This is for you Digital Divas who are discovering universes within the walls of your cellular phones and laptops.  Create something beautiful in your imagination and share it with us. Don’t just consuse, create. Make your digital presensce known and felt. Wither you are exploring the black hole the deep oceans or Facebooking your kids, be digitally naked and represent a Digital Mother who reflects a loving passion for creativity and miracles.

Artist: Paul Morley _ This is Awesome!!!http://www.redbubble.com/people/pjmorley/art/539127-3-mother-earth