I had a dream that I walked into my yoga studio and it was full of people waiting for the next class to begin.
One of the teachers asked if I would write a poem on the chalkboard behind the front desk. As I stood there, holding a piece of chalk and thinking of which poem to write — I realized I was naked.
Everyone else was in their regular yoga clothes but I was totally and completely nude.
I waited for the panic to rise up in me. The embrassment and shame and desire to run and hide.
It never came. I simply thought – oh well, it’s just yoga people.
And I wrote the poem.
I guess I’m pretty comfortable at my yoga studio.
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