Friday

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

I woke before the world today, not because I had to, but because my body invited me.

The night was quiet, a little windy, and I remember waking in the dark still saying thank you.

There was no roof, yet there was warmth. No house, yet there was comfort.

I slept, and I rested.

When I rose, I stepped onto the mat and listened.

My body wasn’t asking for effort — it was asking for truth.

Everything began with a backbend.

Opening first.

Trusting first.

I realized something important: before strength, before movement, before discipline, there must be openness.

My breath is changing.

Breathing in no longer feels like tension — it feels like space.

As if parts of me that were closed for years are quietly remembering how to expand.

I moved, I pushed, I laughed.

Not from mockery, but from clarity.

So many things I once took seriously now dissolve the moment I see them clearly.

Old anger, old stories, old beliefs — they don’t hold weight anymore.

Not because I fought them, but because my body outgrew them.

Nature keeps teaching me.

The sun doesn’t rush.

The wind doesn’t explain itself.

The body doesn’t argue — it adapts, it heals, it knows.

I’m learning that fear was never my identity.

It was only a signal waiting to be understood.

Through breath, movement, stillness, and repetition, that signal softened.

And in its place came gratitude.

What I once thought I was chasing may have been here all along.

Not outside of me.

Not in achievement.

But in presence.

There is something greater moving through all of this — whether I call it God, life, nature, or silence.

I don’t need to define it.

I only need to feel it when I breathe, when I move, when I listen.

Today, I walk forward without urgency.

I trust my body.

I trust the quiet intelligence guiding me.

And I remain open.

— Yoruba Yogi