Saturday reflection

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

I woke before the world again.

Not because I was restless, but because my body was already listening.The night carried noise, movement, voices that needed something outside themselves to feel alive. I felt it in my sleep — not as anger, not as judgment — just information. My system knew it wasn’t meant to absorb that frequency for long. So I waited. I breathed. I let morning come on its own.

When I finally rose, there was no urgency — only curiosity.

The old habit wanted speed. Numbers. Accomplishment.

But my body asked for something different.Slow.

Honest.Present.

Each stretch became a conversation.

Each breath revealed a path I couldn’t have planned.

Every time I tried to memorize the route, my body changed it — reminding me that healing isn’t a formula. It’s a relationship.

The more I listen, the quieter everything becomes.

Not empty. Not dull.

Clear.

Silence now teaches me more than words ever did.

Movement explains what language can’t.

I see now how easily a life can be built from titles, roles, expectations — and how disorienting it feels when they fall away. Without awareness, that collapse can take everything. With presence, it becomes an opening.

I’m learning how to enjoy my own company without hiding.

How to be alone without being lonely.How to rest without disappearing.My body wants now.Not yesterday.

Not who I was supposed to be.

Just here.

I feel the intelligence in every cell guiding me forward — toward balance, toward openness, toward a posture that isn’t forced. Toward movement that feels like prayer. Toward a future that isn’t rushed.

I don’t need to know the full shape of what’s coming.

My body already knows how to arrive.Today, I say thank you.

For awareness.For patience.

For the ability to listen.

I am not lost.I am reorganizing.

Yoruba Yogi