It’s around eight o’clock on a Sunday evening and I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor of a Sydney yoga studio while a stranger feeds me vegan chocolate. Oh, and we’re both naked. And so are the 22 other women taking the workshop.
This is Rosie Rees‘ Women’s Nude Yoga. By the time we get to the chocolate feeding (part of a sensuality ritual) I’ve realised that yoga is only a small part of the experience. And while part of me (the cynical, Brit perhaps) is screaming “this isn’t what I signed up for!” another part is feeling utterly serene.