Reflecting

 

Monday Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Today life tested my silence.

I woke up peaceful, practiced my yoga, breathed deeply, and stepped into the morning with calm energy. But even on a day rooted in discipline, the universe still placed me in a moment where someone tried to shake my center. Someone tried to interrupt my peace, raise their voice, throw their authority at me, and push me out of myself.

The surprising thing is… I couldn’t even get angry.

All I could do was smile.

Because when people act out of ego or insecurity, it reveals nothing about me. It only exposes the storm inside them. My calm made their chaos louder. My presence reflected something they didn’t want to see within themselves.

And when they tried to push me away, it touched an old wound — a memory of being told “Get out.”

But this time was different.

I didn’t shrink.

I didn’t break.

I stood tall, protected my spirit, and walked away with dignity.

That is growth.

I’m starting to see how much my path has transformed me. My healing no longer comes from talking. It comes from running miles before sunrise. From stretching until my bones open. From meditation at 3 AM. From discipline, silence, and devotion. And because of that, I am often misunderstood by those who have never walked this kind of journey.

But today I remembered something simple:

People will always speak from their own level of understanding.

Someone told me I “need” something else spiritually — but I just smiled.

When you truly know yourself and the God you meet in the early hours, no opinion can move you.

My peace doesn’t argue.

My peace just breathes, bows, and keeps walking.

Life used conflict today to activate something inside me — a deeper desire to grow, to rise, to run again, to expand my purpose, and to speak my truth on a larger platform. I surrender to the journey. I trust the direction.

And I walk forward with calm strength.

Yoruba Yogi