Humble

 Daily Reflection

I woke up thinking I was late.

Then I realized the body was right on time.

What I’m practicing now is not effort — it’s listening.

Breath is no longer an exercise.

It’s information moving through me.

The ground teaches first.

The feet answer.

The spine unlocks when I stop forcing it.

Strength no longer comes from pushing past myself.

It comes from sequencing, patience, and respect.

Ten breaths.

Ten movements.

Then stillness.

That is how the body rebuilds itself honestly.

I see now why people have Gurus.

Not because they are weak —

but because truth arrives when it’s ready, not when the ego demands it.

Nature has been teaching me the whole time.

I just had to slow down enough to hear it.

Here is the flaw I am learning to release:

the need to be understood.

When I speak from my practice,

part of me still wants recognition.

Wants others to get it.

That desire is subtle —

and it is dangerous.

Not everyone is meant to hear me.

Not everyone is ready.

That is not rejection.

That is timing.

I am not better than anyone.

I am not ahead of anyone.

I have simply stayed long enough in the work

to watch patterns dissolve.

Jealousy once lived here.

Comparison once shaped my choices.

Letting that go healed more than any achievement ever could.

Freedom arrived quietly — without applause.

I don’t need to explain my recovery.

I don’t need to defend my spirituality.

I don’t need permission to belong.

Each morning on the mat is prayer.

Each breath is alignment.

Each step is study.

Today I choose humility without shrinking.

Silence without hiding.

Discipline without ego.

I walk forward lighter —

not because I know more,

but because I am finally listening.

Yoruba Yogi.