Tuesday

 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

I woke before the world and met my body where it was.

Cold, tight, honest.I didn’t rush it.I twisted.I breathed.I listened.

Discomfort didn’t mean danger it meant memory.And memory came without noise, without blame.Just signals, releasing themselves when I stayed present.Today I stood up.

Not because it was easy,

but because that’s where I am now.I felt how tightness teaches patience.How strength doesn’t shout.How getting back down is as important as standing tall.

I laughed at my limits — not to mock them,but to let them know I’m not afraid.I saw myself moving far into the future,

steady, fast, alive.No rush. No proving. Just rhythm.

This body has been through storms.And still, it rises.

Today wasn’t about pushing forward.It was about getting back up again, and again, and again.

Yoruba Yogi