Monday

 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

I woke before the world today, in the cold and the wind, and I met it with breath instead of resistance. When the cold touched my body, I didn’t fight it. I said thank you. I asked my higher self to teach my body how to adapt, how to remain calm, how to stay present. And slowly, the cold loosened its grip—not because it disappeared, but because I did not panic.

On the mat, I remembered who I am. The discipline is real. The strength is real. Six hundred push-ups were not about proving anything; they were a reminder that my body listens when my mind is quiet. Some days, the only word worth writing is thank you—and that is enough.

As I moved through the world today, I noticed how differently people respond to presence. Many live in stories of the past, repeating them for comfort, calling it healing. I do not judge them. I simply see that my path is different. My healing does not live in repetition—it lives in practice, in breath, in movement, in now.

I no longer need to explain why I don’t speak about yesterday. Most of it has already dissolved through years of running, stretching, breathing, and sitting in silence. What remains rises when it needs to, and I let it pass without attachment.

I see clearly now: gratitude is not dependent on comfort. Peace is not dependent on approval. Strength does not need recognition. I can be calm in the cold, quiet in noise, and steady when others are unsettled.

Today reminded me that my work is internal. I walk forward without resentment, without comparison, without needing to be understood. I stay rooted in practice, humility, and awareness. I trust that this path—however unconventional—is shaping me exactly as it should.

I am present. I am grounded. I am grateful.

Yoruba Yogi