Minding

 Another beautiful day.

Another beautiful day.

Today, I notice how little I need to say.

Gratitude fills the space where words used to rush in.

I am learning myself in real time —

not through emotion, not through reaction,

but through observation.

I watch my mind without chasing it.

I feel my body without trying to fix it.

I recognize patterns without attaching meaning or blame.

What once demanded urgency now asks for patience.

What once felt loud now passes quietly.

I no longer organize my life around struggle.

I organize it around presence.

There is a deep knowing settling in me —

not dramatic, not performative, just steady.

It tells me when to listen.

It tells me when to rest.

It tells me when silence is the most honest response.

I don’t need to explain my rhythm.

I don’t need to translate my discipline.

The body understands what the mind no longer questions.

Today, I see clearly how far I’ve come —

and instead of speaking, I bow inward.

Another beautiful day,

not because anything changed,

but because I did.

Yoruba Yogi