![]() ![]() Husband: I'll unleash my coiled snake of energy, heh heh. ![]() We will unleash this coiled snake of energy… Narrator: Your kundalini energy lies tightly coiled at the base of the spine. "Let go and give way to the ultimate self-expression, to your most primal, powerful, sacred, sensual self…" Sorry! No, the fullness of my potential is what it said. I did it because the DVD promised that yoga in my "most pure and natural state" (minus my smartphone and Diet Coke) would awaken my spirit, honor my inner goddess, and unleash the fullness of my thighs. From the hissing ujjayi breath to the groin-punishing poses to the inscrutable, translated-from-Elvish instructions ("release any stale energy and breath through your scalp"), the classes always leave me feeling physically and psychologically awkward.Īnd so, when I received an invitation recently to view a new DVD called "Yoga, Undressed," I realized there was really only one way to make yoga more uncomfortable: Do it naked.Īfter all, what if discomfort is sort of the point? What if I'd failed to appreciate yoga because I hadn't been uncomfortable … enough? Were my unbelievably cute yoga top and super-flattering yoga pants a moisture-wicking but zen-preventing barrier to yogic understanding? If I stripped away my hold-it-all-in outfit, could I truly let go? Could I blast, birthday-suited, straight through the awkward to bask in the awesome just beyond?
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