Higher self

 

Reflection (me speaking to my higher self)

Today, I choose to observe instead of react.

I watch patterns without judgment.

I see behavior without needing to name it good or bad.

I understand that the body speaks long before the mind does.

I look at the sun and remember energy.

I look at the moon and remember rhythm.

I feel my brain settling into clarity, not urgency.

Everyone is coping the best way they know how.

Some through movement.

Some through food.

Some through noise.

Some through silence.

I no longer rush to correct what I did not create.

I no longer carry lessons that were not asked for.

I learn by watching.

I grow by breathing.

I soften by staying present.

Nature teaches without words.

The body teaches without shame.

And awareness arrives when I stop forcing answers.

I honor where others are.

I honor where I am.

The sun rises.

The moon moves.

My mind learns to rest between them.

— Yoruba Yogi

Reflecting

 

Reflection

Today, I slow down enough to feel where I am.

I notice the way my body wakes before my thoughts.

I move, I breathe, and something opens—not because I force it,

but because I allow it.

I look at the moon, and I don’t rush it.

I let it move the way it needs to move.

Somehow, my body remembers how to follow.

I sit with nature, and I realize I don’t need to explain anything.

The pond doesn’t speak, yet I feel it.

The air doesn’t argue, yet it teaches me.

Everything is alive, and everything is connected.

As I move through people, I take in the energy without resistance.

I don’t need to agree or disagree.

I don’t need to correct or compare.

I honor where others are, the same way I honor where I am.

I see repetition not as something to reject,

but as a sign of where the journey currently rests.

Everyone is learning in their own rhythm.

So am I.

Love shows up in many forms.

Sometimes it’s a smile.

Sometimes it’s silence.

Sometimes it’s simply being present without needing anything back.

I no longer believe I am alone.

Nature meets me where I am.

The moment meets me where I am.

And that is enough.

Today, I choose awareness over reaction.

Compassion over judgment.

Presence over noise.

I am exactly where I need to be.

And I am grateful for this moment.

— Yoruba Yogi

Writing

 Writing has become my teacher.

It asks me to slow down, and in that slowing, I begin to see clearly.

Not just others, but myself — where my attention goes, and why.

I notice how pain gathers people, how sadness creates familiarity.

I observe it without needing to judge or fix it.

I listen to the words I use to describe myself and feel how identity can both protect and limit.

When truth shifts the energy in a room, I stay present.

I don’t harden. I don’t retreat.

I let compassion take the place where judgment once lived.

As I move through the day, I pay attention —

to faces, to food cooking, to the quiet details of life happening around me.

I learn to witness without absorbing.

This is a new chapter.

It asks for patience, honesty, and presence.

And today, I met it as I am.

— Yoruba Yogi

Patient

 Today, I noticed how much patience this new path requires.

Writing slows me down, and in that slowness, I see more.

Not just thoughts, but patterns.

Not just people, but myself reacting to them.

I saw how easy it is to blame things outside of me

when attention drifts.

And I realized that responsibility begins

the moment I choose where my focus goes.

I noticed how people lean toward sadness,

how pain pulls attention and creates connection.

And instead of judging it,

I simply observed it.

I listened to the power of the words I use to describe myself.

I felt how identity can protect,

and how it can also limit.

I reminded myself that I am not who I was,

and I don’t need to carry old labels forward.

When I spoke honestly about where I am,

I felt the energy shift.

Not because I was wrong,

but because truth can make people uncomfortable.

I stayed steady anyway.

Today, compassion replaced judgment.

I bowed instead of turning away.

I greeted instead of separating.

I let understanding lead where criticism used to live.

I saw comfort for what it is,

and purpose for what it asks of me.

I chose awareness over ease,

movement over stagnation.

As I walked, I paid attention.

To faces.

To food cooking.

To the space around me.

Noticing without attaching meaning.

I am learning to witness without absorbing.

To stand in my values without hardening.

To keep my heart open while staying grounded.

This is a new journey.

It asks for patience.

It asks for honesty.

It asks for presence.

And today,

I showed up for it.

— Yoruba Yogi