bareIt has been a few weeks since I have had the time to do a Five-Minute Friday post but I am up for the task today.  I went to Lisa-Jo Baker’s blog today and found the word for today: BARE.  It stirred me so I am going for it.  Remember, I have just five minutes and no editing.


I feel bare with this blog.  I have bared my soul for everyone to see and I don’t necessarily get the same in return.  People I know, people I do not know, have information about me that I willingly share but it leaves me naked and vulnerable.  I want to be vulnerable because with it comes power.  Being comfortable with being vulnerable gives me strength in so many other areas of my life.  I am not afraid of being vulnerable because I know there is nothing that anyone can take from me that I am not prepared to give up willingly.  And, for a very long time, I have done just that.  No more.

Today, I ran into a friend in Starbucks and she looked at me and I know she saw someone different.  I have stripped myself bare.  I have shed my outer layer that protected me from the brutality that might have hurt me before.  She saw my nakedness and it gave her joy.  She saw the light that so often was muffled beneath the layers of fear.

Later today, I went to my barre class.  I wore very little clothing because I get so warm with all those intense ballet moves and pulsing of my muscles.  I looked at my body, the bareness of it, and I loved it.  I was not afraid of the folds, the bulges, the imperfections that often made me turn away from the mirror.  I stared at myself, my bare self and I felt whole and complete and abundant and could barely contain myself.