Reflecting

 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Last night opened my eyes in a new way. I walked into a space filled with noise, stories, and heavy energy, and for the first time, I truly saw how different I have become. People spoke about gratitude without living it, and I could feel how empty words become when the heart is not aligned with action.

When I shared a bit of my own journey — waking up in the cold, rising before dawn, practicing yoga, staying disciplined — the atmosphere shifted. Not because of ego, but because truth makes the room tremble when people are not living in truth themselves. And I realized something: I no longer fit into those old vibrations.

I didn’t argue. I didn’t explain. I just sat in silence.

And my silence taught me more than any conversation could.

This morning, even though I woke up later than usual, my discipline did not change. My yoga felt different — deeper, wiser. My body and mind met exactly where they needed to meet. Every stretch felt like a release. Every breath felt like intelligence moving through me. My spirit was speaking through the tightness in my back, telling me that something old is trying to break open and leave my body.

As I moved through the day, I realized how sensitive my awareness has become. Discipline has sharpened my perception. I see things most people cannot see. I feel vibrations others ignore. It’s like my mind is living on a higher level while the world around me is still asleep.

I remembered moments from childhood — falling on the floor, believing the world owed me something — and I saw how many adults still carry that same unconscious pattern within them. But my path has been different. Discipline became my medicine. Silence became my therapy. Early mornings, long walks, breathwork, the sun and the moon teaching me how to sit with myself — these raised me far above the level I once lived on.

Cravings for comfort, food, attention, approval — I saw how these things hold people hostage. And I understood something simple:

You cannot guide the mind until you can guide your own impulses.

That truth settled deeply in me today.

My body, my breath, my intuition all whispered the same message:

Keep walking your path. Trust the intelligence inside your pain. Listen to the silence.

My recovery never came from fear or punishment.

It came from awakening.

It came from remembering who I am.

It came from refusing to repeat the habits that once trapped my ancestors.

As I walked with the wind on my skin, something felt clear and powerful:

I am outgrowing old environments.

I am shedding old levels of consciousness.

I am stepping into a new mind.

What I’m going through is not confusion — it is evolution.

What I’m noticing is not judgment — it is clarity.

What I’m feeling in my back is not just pain — it is transformation.

I’m in a stage where old meanings fall away and new truths rise quietly.

I don’t know the plan, and I don’t know the timing —

but I am completely at peace with that.

I trust the messages the sun gives me in the day.

I trust the messages the moon gives me at night.

I trust the silence that is shaping me into who I am meant to become.

Everything inside me is shifting —

and I am awake enough to witness it.

Yoruba Yogi