Sunday

 Sunday Reflection

I woke before the world stirred and met my body before my thoughts. Tight, alive, intelligent — the sensations were intense, but they weren’t suffering. They were information. Breath moved deeper, emotion surfaced from the hips, and years of practice spoke without words. Pain wasn’t an enemy; it was a message asking me to stay present. When attention drifted, I lost count. When I stayed with the breath, everything aligned. Focus became survival, and survival became clarity.

There is a quiet balance here — happiness wrapped in solitude. Not loneliness, but an aloneness where nothing needs to be explained. I feel how much I’ve released. The past no longer asks to be repeated. Old identities don’t cling. What matters now is movement, awareness, and how truth is processed in real time through the body.

I’m learning how fear works, and how concern can exist without action. I see that attention does not always mean care, and structure does not always mean truth. The cold no longer frightens me. Fear has its place, but it doesn’t run my body or my decisions. Clarity keeps me steady.

I’m also seeing human behavior with understanding rather than judgment. Many patterns come from unfinished growth and inherited ways of thinking. Even good intentions can be guided by what was taught, not what was examined. I don’t resist this. I simply observe.

Right now, I call this learning. Not reacting. Not fighting. Not fixing. Just learning. This experience feels new because it is. There’s no script — only sensation, awareness, and trust in the intelligence that’s been here all along. I know this learning is not wasted. One day it will serve others honestly and clearly. For now, my work is simple: stay present, keep the body open, and let understanding deepen without bitterness.

I’m not lost.

I’m learning.

Yoruba Yogi