Nude Church – First, a note from Felicity of FKK: The countdown begins just 14 days until Bare Year’s Eve! It is that crazy time of year again.. “the vacations.” December is the kind of month where you blink and then it is January, fresh with colder temps and the recognition which you barely thought about what your New Year’s resolutions could be. Well we have one suggestion for you already: be naked more often. Don’t forget you’ve a body there under all those winter layers, crying out for some air and admiration! ;) The best part is, you can begin this resolution at the instant the clock strikes midnight with us on December 31st, for Bare Year’s Eve! Get your tix here

To appease your unbridled expectation of this nude event, I’ll be featuring guest blogs over the next few days from our Nude Year’s Eve sponsors! In their own words they’ll talk about what they do nude (a assortment of stuff) and how they’re involved with NYE 2012.
To start, here is a private and thoughtful post from Isis Phoenix Sensuous Shaman.
Naked Church
“I’ve been perusing my computer now, looking through old photo shoots of when I first began Naked Yoga and dared to bare my asana on high rise buildings, on Gunnison Beach, on a third story roof in the meat packing district, all in the name of independence, celebration and love. As I sifted through more than three years of old photographs, I was shocked at my very visceral response to them. Some quite literally took my breath away. At some point I remember being scared to take a look at photographs of myself practicing yoga nude, and so I hid them deep in the belly of the hard drive on my computer. But now, something made me look and when I did, I saw such unmistakable beauty present in this practice that I was formerly unavailable to fully observe.
Naked yoga has been one of the most delightful and self-sustaining practices of my life. As a girl who holds space for this practice, naked yoga, more than anything else, has assisted me in going beyond the body-image bullshit’ that’s collected throughout my life. This practice drops me into one-ness with my body, releasing the bully of the mind the and the judgment of the ego. The naked yoga practice has been a constant in my life for the previous three and a half years, a blooming perennial that continues to blossom, keep up and resurrect itself each year. Of course when I brought my movement to NYC, I was certain I was the first to trail blaze this move. But regrettably, I’m reminded there’s no first work, as there were already several naked yoga circles going in NYC. One was http://rudenudist.com/tube/i-first-realized-i-enjoyed-and-loved-practicing-nudism-some-years-ago/ called Hot Nude Yoga in Chelsea that catered to mostly gay and bisexual men. Another was located in nudist boys and girls , male run and man attended, but enabled girls. And then there was a group already led by a girl named Britt McMurray who had taken over naked yoga courses from a woman named Wendy Tremaine. I collaborated with Britt for a short time until she left, and then started Phoenix Temple shortly after to hold on-going courses for Nude Yoga. Out of the Phoenix Temple a strong group of girls began to teach naked yoga. After several years I passed the torch on teaching group naked yoga classes, but continue to offer private sessions for those interested in investigating and incorporating their life-altering practice into their lives. A dear co-worker and friend of mine who attended the first girls-only naked yoga class I taught at the Phoenix Temple now has her own naked yoga movement that I’m very proud to support ( http://nakedspirityoga.wordpress.com/ ).
As far as being naked in practice, not only has espousing my body unconditionally helped treat my own shame, but it’s made me more at ease on the planet. I find there are so many more layers I need to work through when I attend a clothed yoga class not only layers of clothing but also of karma keeping me different from the experience, the group and the yoga.
This practice has been so dear to me and the press has been forthcoming and also, astonishingly full of elegance. I am amazed at how this practice transforms lives. Over the past five years, there has been a stunning lack of ill-intentioned individuals showing up to practice naked yoga. Most are heartfelt, nervous, with a desire and yearning to continue to unravel their own societal shame of conditioning. They are looking for a moment of hush and liberty in the galloping pace of Fresh York City. Each time, I feel myself go into contraction around a pose in class, thinking, Oh my god, my ass is in the air, and I believe I have a hemorrhoid from this cleanse I’ve been doing’ I Breathe, Release and Surrender. Ahhh. This practice has been my lifeblood. It’s constantly enlarging, changing, and growing and I love it.