Monday

 

Daily Reflection

I’m learning to listen differently now.

Not with my thoughts, not with urgency — but with my body.

My body wakes me before the mind has a plan.

It stretches in sleep.

It asks twice.

And when I finally rise, it isn’t force that moves me — it’s recognition.

I’m learning that comfort is not rest.

Comfort is familiarity.

And familiarity, when held too long, becomes resistance.

Today I saw that I’m not meant to repeat what I already know.

I’m meant to redesign.

To let the practice evolve because I have evolved.

The intensity isn’t asking for more effort.

It’s asking for accuracy.

Patience inside power.

Breath inside load.

Attention that doesn’t scatter when it gets hard.

I noticed the place I’ve been avoiding.

Not out of fear — but out of respect.

Because thresholds deserve timing, not force.

The body doesn’t rush.

It waits until permission and readiness meet.

I understand now why my mind kept returning to the mat,

even in quiet spaces,

even in prayer.

This practice is my listening.

This listening is my prayer.

Tonight, I rest without guilt.

Tomorrow, I meet the mat with precision, not pressure.

Nothing is wrong.

Something is integrating.

Yoruba Yogi