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A surprise visit with the New Hampshire Naturists

I gladly accepted the invitation of Tom from the New Hampshire Naturists to come as their guest to their nude Thanksgiving. I had reached out to him the day before inquiring about listing the naked yoga classes that I was starting in Central Massachusetts on their event page. He responded warmly and much to my surprise by inviting me to an event called Nude Thanksgiving, a naturist social that included all the wonderful things naturists love – nude swimming, pingpong, saunas and hot tubs followed by a large homemade Thanksgiving feast catered by the local Inn Keepers that I was told was to die for. ‘Would you like to come as our guest?’ wrote Tom. ‘Does a bear shit in the woods?’ I thought to myself but modified my email response to him with a simple and immediate “Heck yeah!” I gladly accepted his invitation with absolute delight. These were ‘my people.’

It was about a forty-five minute drive from where I was in Massachusetts to where they were in New Hampshire. I had desperately been missing my naked community since my recent move to Central Massachusetts and though I loved where I was living, being close to nature and embraced by a quieter and slower pace everyday, I needed to be around other people who had similar thoughts around the healing and therapeutic benefits of nude recreation. I also deeply desired a community around me that practiced naked yoga. Perhaps even intuiting I would be going somewhere soon where I would be around the community my heart was longing for and that I would need to bring food, I had baked two pumpkin pies the night before. Receiving Tom’s invitation felt so serendipitous. I scooped up one of the pies the next morning and I loaded myself, the pie and a beach towel into my Subaru, plugged in my GPS and set out for Troy New Hampshire.

The drive was lovely with the last leaves falling off the New England trees and in under an hour, I had arrived at a beautiful farm and inn where the New Hampshire Naturists gather several times a year. I knew I was in the right place when there was a discreet sign that said ‘closed for private party’ and a wooden plaque propped up outside that read NNH.

I opened the door and walked down the steps carrying my pumpkin pie with my towel draped over my other arm when I saw the first flash of bare buttocks walked past. Instantly my body sighed in relief. I was home. A lovely older gentleman walked up right away and welcomed me with a kind warm smile. I said hello and asked if Tom was here. He took me right over to Tom who was a polite host and welcomed me at once. I placed my homemade pie on the snack table and Tom took me to the social area where I disrobed and grabbed my towel and took a tour of the location. There were two social areas as well as an entire room dedicated to ping pong, a beautiful warm indoor pool, a dry sauna, a hot tub and a beautiful lush green house that had a sitting area. I was introduced to a few people who were leaders in smaller naturists communities, one who had been to Travasuns, a monthly nude social and pool party in Long Island that offered naked yoga. I introduced myself and my quest to start naked yoga in Massachusetts and felt immediately and totally enfolded with love and acceptance from everyone around me. This was what I loved most about naturist communities, an absolute acceptance and inclusion of everyone, heart and community centered values and a place to simply enjoy the freedom of being nude in mixed social company.

After making some initial connections and talking shop, I took a quick rinse and padded my way to the sauna where I met a lovely couple who had been making the rounds to all the east coast naturist resorts. They spoke highly of the ones in Florida including Caliente and Cypress Cove and I had the opportunity to swap stories of my recent West Coast naturist adventures to an unofficial nude beach in Seattle as well as my trip to Nudestock, a yearly music festival at Fraternity Snoqualmie in Washington State.

The demographic was mostly older at the New Hampshire event which seems to be what is occurring at most naturist clubs these days. The baby boomers who revived naturism are now coming into their senior years and few of those in my generation are following. My being there as someone under the age of thirty-five and also a woman was a big deal. An extraordinary resurgence of a younger group of naturist however has occurred in New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania led by the Young Naturists of America who are encouraging and inspiring nude recreation for naturists under the age of thirty-five. The Young Naturist Movement has had wonderful success over the past few years and many of the naturists in New Hampshire knew of them and had attended events that were YNA affiliated. The most frequent and common comment I received from New Hampshire Naturist about YNA ‘what a fun group of people!’ One older woman in her mid-sixties even seemed to squeal in delight at her memory of participating in the famous YNA slip and slide that comes out regularly wherever the Young Naturists convene. Somehow the being around young people and their enthusiasm for nude recreation seemed to enliven the younger spirit inside the older generations and the spirit perhaps of what originally drew them to nude recreation..

After a lovely conversation in the sauna, I dipped myself into the warm pool. There were a few people chatting standing waist deep in the warm water. I swam over to a blue inflatable ball that was floating in the center of the pool and shouted ‘heads up!’ and tossed it to an unsuspecting man who blinked fast until his reflexes reacted and he caught the ball just before it hit him in the face. Game on, I smiled. We tossed the ball back and forth and then I tossed it to a few who were mid-conversation. Sometimes to start a game, all it takes is an invitation. The game of toss expanded to four, then five until suddenly we had ten people in the pool and a playful game of volley began commenced. This playful game of volleyball however turned increasingly competitive and even a bit raucous at times. All of a sudden baby boomers and seniors who were a bit lethargic became young and agile in the pool and some who I hadn’t anticipated being active had some mean spikes and some wicked fake-outs when serving and playing the sport. One man, bless his heart, no matter what position he was in or whose turn it was always thought it was his turn to serve and would snatch the ball away from others and bat it to the other side. We all laughed and played along. There was a low ceiling above the pool so many of us got hit in the head by the soft inflatable beach ball we were using and had some good hearty laughs when we did. After ninety minutes of an intense game of which no one kept score and we all played for the simple joy it brought our hearts, we crawled our way out of the pool totally exhausted and deliriously happy.

We dragged our tired bodies to the sauna and hot tub and hydrated to prepare ourselves for the delicious meal that the innkeepers were going to serve us. Sadly, I didn’t have the opportunity to stay for the six course meal which I have heard from everyone there was absolutely unparalleled in quality. Next time. The true feast, however, felt like being in the company of community and of also seeing the beautiful transformation and joy that the simple act of a game of naked water volleyball, regardless of age and ability, could transform and lighten the hearts of all involved. I think this group is ready for naked yoga.

I thanked my host, collected a few cards from people who ran different nude recreation groups and went home that night I’m sure like many others did, with a spring I my step and joy in my heart. Even I felt younger that night.

Isis Phoenix teaches weekly women’s naked yoga classes in Central Massachusetts. Mixed nude classes will soon be offered as well.

For more information about her classes email sensualshaman@gmail.com

Naked Church at Goodland in New Jersey July 6th!

Isis Phoenix and Rev. Goddess are hosting Naked Church at Goodland in New Jersey Sunday, July 6th 12pm-2pm. Come celebrate your holy body!

Isis Phoenix and Rev. Goddess are hosting Naked Church at Goodland in New Jersey Sunday, July 6th 12pm-2pm. Come celebrate your holy body

Testimonial from a naked church attendee:

“I have attended the Naked Church for about 2 years now and I think most highly of Reverend Goddess Charmaine, Isis Phoenix, and all those who attend these services. The gatherings are always very dignified and non-judgmental, and provide a time and space in which to shed all that keeps us hiding from the world in our daily lives. The absence of fancy designer clothing (meant to impress others) or flashy jewelry (to say “look what I can afford”), leaves nothing but the essence of who a person is — as naked as the day they were born — to be shared with the others in the room. Goddess Charmaine and Isis Phoenix are always friendly, open and welcoming. They exude genuine love, warmth, compassion, and a free spirit that is very contagious. If you have never experienced the pure joy of being completely naked and “vulnerable” yet welcomed and supported by others (in a setting with appropriate boundaries to ensure your comfort) then this is the place to be!!!!!!!!!!” — Kevin

Read More about Naked Church HERE

Hope to see you at Goodland. We’ll be with our friends the Young Naturists. 

Zen – Ugly Duckling Turned Swan

Zen Naked Yoga The story of my body is definitely of the ugly duckling turned swan. I was a dancer so I was always very in tune with my body. From the ages of four to fourteen, however, I had the curse of coke bottle glasses. Those glasses were so heavy I practically had to use my hands to hold my head up. I was teased and tortured relentlessly by other kids. Being teased consistently, I developed a deep sensitivity for how people feel. I’m very sensitive to the emotional fluctuations of others around me. When I entered high school, my mother decided it was time for me to have contact lenses. I was not prepared for the change in attention I received. I was a shy introverted young woman who was suddenly considered beautiful and popular. I was not ready for the reverse attention of attraction. I became even more introverted which others took as snobbish and conceited because I was now attractive and shy. I used to get headaches and stomachaches because it was so much to process.

I feel like I’ve always been on a spiritual quest. I’ve gone to every mosque, temple, church or synagogue I could find. Eventually my practice led me to Tantra. I feel like I’m in the best place I’ve ever been with my body. It was a beautiful integration of the spiritual and the physical. There was no demonizing of the body. When different religions told me my body and my sexuality were wrong or dirty there was something in me as an intuitive young woman that knew that my body was holy.

I discovered naturism about twelve years ago at a campground called Brushwood. It’s a clothing optional campground with a community who is interested in creativity and spirituality. Brushwood is my utopia. I started running clothing optional yoga classes and sound healing circles in New York City to recreate the Brushwood experience during the winter months. Doing yoga and meditation nude has made me feel so liberated. Being nude enables me to feel the lifeforce energy within my body as well as the energy surrounding my body on a deeper level and feel the oneness of all beings.

Having children too has played a huge part in grounding me in a loving relationship with my body. I’m raising my children as naturists. I actually think children are born naturists. My kids always want to take their clothes off. I have five of them – 8,10, 13, 16, 22. My older ones, when they hit puberty, went through a phase where they put clothes on to cover up their changing bodies. After that phase was over, they felt more comfortable with being nude outdoors and around others.

Zen naked yoga 1The intention I hold for my clothing optional events and classes is that I want people to realize the illusion of separation between people and planet. Everything we do, every word we speak affects ourselves and each other. I want to assist people in increasing their own inner vibrational frequency so we connect with each other lovingly. I envision a time when people stop being hateful towards each other. We are all one operating as vibrations of some form. I want us to awaken.

“Naturism: Green Acres and Beyond” Interview with Kimber: Farmer turned Yogi

I met Kimber at a film shoot for a documentary that included naked yoga. I rolled out my mat beside him and could tell immediately this a man who had a relationship with with Earth. I was quiet for a few minutes simply lying next to him breathing, like lying next to fertile Earth. “Are you from Vermont?” I asked him. He looked taken aback. “Yes,” he answered.

“I can feel the land in your body,” I told Kimber. I had become increasingly familiar with Vermont land energy on visits to see my spiritual mentor Suzanne d’Corsey who lives in Vermont.

Below is Kimber’s Story ~ 

I was a young boy in the hills of Rochester, VT in the sixties. This was a time of great civil unrest, but also a time of soul searching in the form of free love and free spirit. Near our home was a hippie colony called The Fisk Farm. I believe it still exists today. Stories of carefree nudity as told by adults in hushed voices were very intriguing to a ten-year-old boy. I missed the whole Woodstock phenomenon by about two years. I was curious –  free love and social nudity. How could a young boy not be?

Kimber Sukhasana A bit about my background: My ancestry is deeply connected to the land I farmed and lived on. My family moved to Vermont in the late 1700s from New Hampshire.  We’re farmers.  I’m named after the Kimber that was my great great great Grandfather.  It never occurred to me to do anything other than be a farmer.  My ancestors are farmers.  It’s what we do, who we are.  I attended college at UVM as an Animal Science major.  It’s what my father and my father’s father and his father’s father did.  It’ hard manual labor being a farmer.

Just in these past few years, however, things have changed. The farm is no longer sustainable. We’ve decided to sell. The cows are gone. There is a “For Sale” sign on the land.  Farmer… it’s becoming an identity of the past. I can now say that’s not what defines me –being labeled “farmer.” Something new waits on the horizon.

My life was very predictable as a farmer. It was in my blood. The evolution out of the farmer role began sort of by accident, really. A few years ago my wife got into a car accident.  She hurt her neck and shoulders.  For a while she went to a chiropractor until our insurance ran out.  She said the massage part of the treatment was useful.  I thought how hard could it be, I work with my hands all day, so I started to give her massages on a regular basis.  Next Christmas, under the tree was a massage table.  A gift from my wife, of course she’s on the receiving end of it.  I really enjoyed practicing massage so I took a few classes at the community college.  That led me into studying Reiki and eventually attending massage school, from there yoga.  What I learned from massage school and Reiki, I was able to apply to the animals on the farm.  I did Reiki on the new calves.  My neighbors have had me work on their dog.  One of my neighbor’s children has a terminal illness so I volunteered to work on him as well.  This transformation of identity was gradual. Much of my identity was wrapped up in being a farmer. It’s all I’ve ever done and all my family has ever known. My wife’s accident, however gave me a new entry point into another career path and way of being. There’s a lot of weight we place in this world on labels and identity.  But I’m not afraid to let the label of ‘farmer’ go.  Maybe I’m a healer. When I give back, energy multiplies. It heals me by healing others. This journey started when I turned 50. Eight years later the doors are still appearing.  Each thing I do opens up another door. Of course it’s my decision to open it, but each time I do opportunities keep happening. I try to keep my hands in it, give something back, get involved.

A guiding practice through this transition has been naked yoga. It was one of those doors that opened and I walked through. Something of the mystery and intrigue of the naturist lifestyle that was whispered about when I was a boy found its way home to my own body. It’s a bit of the hippy in me coming out for expression that I just missed in the 60s. It also brings me back to the simplicity of being. I release the clothes. I release the identity. My first group class of course there was some nervousness as in anything new. But there also was an excitement, like Hurry up! I can’t wait to get my cloths off! There was no fear. I was like the heifer that couldn’t wait to get the halter off. FREEDOM. I believe nudity is a path to the soul. This soul journey led me to explore other clothing optional paths – Naked Church with Isis and Rev. Charmaine, Rock Lodge Naturist Resort, naked body painting in Times Square with Andy Golub.

I’m ready to embrace a new identity. Naked yoga and naturist events are helping me release the old one. I’m proud of my heritage. The generations of family have given me a foundation to support anything I attempt. And I look forward to the future. There is no fear in releasing my identity as farmer. Life is good. The skill set that farming and the experiences it lead me to, have much value. One week after the farm equipment auction, I was hired as a foreman on the construction job site at a medical center for the next two years. Most days that job will end at 3:30, giving me time to apply my massage skills. Time I didn’t have before. Next fall I plan to complete the Reiki Master course. I hope to some day take an Esalen massage course at Findhorn, Scotland. There is a lot to do. I’m looking forward to seeing what’s behind the next door.

Kimber Updog

Naked Yoga Interview with Lindsay the Fairy Queen ~ physical disability becomes transformative magic

My time with the amazing Lindsay Abromatis-Smith has always left me somewhat altered. She is someone who exists primarily in the magical world. Just being around her, or in her home in the Bronx is a bit like falling down the rabbit hole. I walk into her home and things are … different. There is a a palpable shift of energy. I speak slower, I feel more. Puppets, sculptures of found objects and theatrical masks line the walls.  There is a coffee table made solely of toothpicks suspending from the ceiling.

My first meeting with Lindsay was when she came to sing for a candlelit naked yoga class I was teaching in 2008. Her presence was magnetic. She is someone eyes are naturally drawn towards who holds a certain element of other-worldly mystery and magic. Over the last few years, I have come to know Lindsay as one of the most in touch physical body artists I have ever witnessed. Her body and spirit are palpably plugged into other dimensions from which she sources and creates her art. In her presence, I come to know my own body and spirit more intimately.

This is the first in a series of interviews with individuals who have embraced the practice of naked yoga and have a transformative story to tell about their relationship to their body and conscious nudity. Thank you for taking the time to read them.

Celebrating Our Holy Bodies,

In Beauty,

Isis Phoenix

LindsayName: Lindsay

Age: 32

Occupation: Puppeteer

When I’m naked, I don’t have anything holding me back from being in myself. I love the sensory organ of skin. I like my skin touching things.

I’m a puppeteer. One of the biggest loves of my life is puppetry.

I grew up in a physical theatre family.  The body was always seen as the vessel for story telling.  There’s a surrender that I have to undergo, in order to make the puppet be alive.  I have to step away from my ego and surrender to the will of the thing I am holding.  It can be a very spiritual experience witnessing my body and how it works this other body.

Right now my body temple is having some upheavals.  I was recently diagnosed with ALS – Lou Gehrig’s Disease. My head and my hips are not talking to each other.  My body’s impulse for movement is disappearing.  My wiring is all messed up.  Muscles seem to be totally disappearing in different places.

I’m learning how to slow down and refocus on my body.  I’m re-learning how to take care of her.  I don’t know if I’m redefining what I consider my body temple or going to a different level with it right now.

I no longer hold so true to the idea that the only way to tell a story is through movement.  I’m falling in love with words again and relying on my thoughts and my words to articulate stories so they’re equal with what my body can say.  Perhaps I was relaying to heavy on the physical body rather than the mental body. I’ve been doing a lot of work inside of myself and I’m coming to terms with physically manifesting in a different way.

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On days when movement is available, I get down on the ground and roll and undulate and do movements in my spine and lots of spirals.  My body is drawn towards moving in spirals.  I try to put my head on the ground as much as possible, sometimes it feels like I have a magnet in my head, it wants to be near the Earth.  Sometimes I need to absorb the Earth energy into my skull and brain and that will help calm my nerves down.  My body sometimes forces me to be in the state of bowing down to a higher power.  I’m slowing down to my truer nature to hear what’s underneath stuff that I wasn’t able to hear before.  I walk with a cane my dad made me that has arrowheads and fairy hair in it.  I have a pink wheel chair now that I lovingly call ‘the pink stallion.’ It is my unicorn chariot, designed by two puppet maker friends so that I may sit inside of the unicorn in its heart center. It is a surrendering of self locomotion and a transition into articulating to someone else how I want to be moved through space. It also makes me feel like a magic fairy queen!

Even in this time of very powerful body transformation, I want to say to my body ‘Thank you.  I love you.  Let’s keep going.  Let’s keep going.’  

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