Sunday

 Today I noticed something important:

I am in a season of not knowing, and there is nothing wrong with that.

The mind keeps reaching for conclusions, but the body doesn’t rush.

The body only reports what is true.

When I listen to it, I learn more about honesty than any idea could teach me.

I’ve spent years practicing, and somehow that practice has shown me how little I truly know.

That realization didn’t weaken me — it softened me.

It made me quieter, more precise, more willing to observe instead of explain.

I’m learning that behavior tells the truth long before words do.

People move according to what they understand, what they fear, and what their nervous system allows.

No judgment is needed to see this.

Observation is enough.

I don’t feel the urge to fix anything.

I don’t feel the urge to prove anything.

I’m watching how systems, habits, and identities shape action — and how easily they fall away when the body feels safe and present.

There was a time when urgency drove me.

Now coherence does.

My body no longer responds to pressure, only alignment.

Movement has become my teacher.

Breath has become my language.

Stillness has become information.

I see now that independence isn’t isolation — it’s clarity.

And clarity doesn’t announce itself.

It waits until it’s clean.

I’m grateful for this phase.

Grateful for the quiet.

Grateful for the chance to learn before I speak.

Today, I don’t need answers.

I only need to remain honest with what I’m sensing, what I’m observing, and what I’m becoming.

— Yoruba Yogi