I slid my legs across the sheets as I climbed into bed. It was one of my most favorite sensations, my skin against clean sheets. I have always loved to slide my legs back and forth and wiggle in the freshly washed and made bed. This time, however, was different. I rolled from one side to another, loving the fluid sensation that it created in my body and in my energy body. My nipple drifted gently across the soft sheet and then came off the bed as I rolled. I paused, then smiled and kept rolling. I almost never felt the sensation of the sheets on my nipples, mostly because I almost never allowed myself to do this fully naked. Today was different.

I had been asked in meditation, why do you limit your forms of pleasure? The question had rolled around in my mind, heart, body and soul throughout the meditation. Why did I? Why would I? Why have I?

This was a simple, non-harmful form of pleasure. Why would I limit it? Why would I wear a nighty covering half of my body, so that only half of my body got to experience this sensation? I hadn’t ever looked at the situation through that lens. I had always looked at the situation through the lens of body image, but not through limiting pleasure. Once I was able to see it clearly, I fixed it. I rolled naked on the bed, enjoying the freshly washed sheets with all of me, not just half of me. My nipples deserve this pleasure, my stomach deserves this pleasure, my back deserves this pleasure, my whole being deserves this pleasure.

As I stopped rolling and pulled the soft sheets up to my face I smiled. I was going to look for all of the other versions of this in my life. All of the other places that I limited my own pleasure without a good reason.

I felt deep gratitude to spirit for teaching me this in meditation, for inviting me to look at it, for inviting me to look at me, for inviting me to love me.