N A K E D
{N A K E D}.
What does it mean to be naked?
Without clothing? "Should be ashamed"? Sexual objectification? Exposed and vulnerable on display?
Could it be freedom? To be without the burden of the contradictions of who they told me I was supposed be?
What is Me?
Self Portrait, April 13, 2020
What is it that you think you see?
Smirk on my face, ink on my skin? Innuendo? Tender heart? Feminine sensuality? Seeking validation? Beautifully flawed human dripping in duality? Yes.
A being barely keeping form; striving for a structure to rest within.
Take me in— flesh + bone, heart + soul.
And then take it all;
take it all and walk me into the fire. I’ll burn.
Over and over again.
Take what you must.
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In this season, I’m being called deeper in; into my body, into my soul. Into acceptance. Learning what safety within looks like, feels like. I’m finding the home and safe place within. That place within my skin, beneath the surface— that knowing place: Soul.
I’m learning to let go, of people, patterns of behavior. To attachment of who I was before. Stripping down defenses, removing the armor one piece at a time. Withdrawal for reclamation. Savoring the resistance in stillness— an excruciating expansion.
Nothing to hide. Yet hide I still do; old habits die hard. But inch by inch I find my way back to the fragments. Those pieces of me that were never lost, just deeply buried.
And there is a change in pace in the moments that true being clicks into alignment— a perceptible shift— and a grace in the movement of life. A shine that radiates from deep within. A love of my skin. Of the deeply feeling, complicated, dark and often times heavy being that occupies it.
Do not become too attached to what you see.
Goodbye is never easy;
And death, a necessary agony.
I’ll see you on the other side.
Acceptance is the most beautiful gift of all…
{Venus in her Shadow»
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With gratitude + always Love,
