Tuesday

 

Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning I woke up around 2:30 AM, stiff from the cold, but ready. It took a while to warm up the body, but by 3 AM I was already on the mat. And something happened today — something that could have shaken me in the past. Instead, yoga gave me a level of clarity I can’t even explain.

When I saw the situation with my immigration appointment, I didn’t get angry. I didn’t panic. I didn’t collapse. I just laughed. Because the truth is simple: when you are centered, nothing outside can control your spirit. Yoga opened a space inside me that allowed me to see everything clearly without losing myself.

There is something powerful about stretching before dawn, when the world is silent and the stars are watching. While I moved, the clouds shifted and I saw one star, then five. And that clarity entered my mind the same way — slowly, then suddenly. I began to see through the noise, the lies, the masks, the way people behave when they’re disconnected from their own bodies.

I realized something: when people abuse their bodies with substances or heavy food, compassion leaves. Their character changes. Their spirit becomes hidden behind cravings and ego. And it’s not personal — it’s simply what happens when the body is numb. Yoga showed me this today with such sharpness that it almost shocked me.

But the greatest shock is this: I stayed calm. Completely calm. Even with everything happening around me, my mind didn’t move. Yoga protected me. My breath protected me. That deep connection to the body made me see the world without reacting to it.

As I stretched, old emotions rose and dissolved. Old memories surfaced and faded. The body is letting go of things I didn’t even know I was still holding onto. Every time I practice, I get closer to sitting in the lotus pose, closer to freedom, closer to myself.

And this clarity also showed me something important — many people are asleep. They talk about spirituality, but they don’t live it. They talk about healing, but they don’t look within. They read about discipline in books, but they don’t wake up at 2 AM to experience it. They have never felt what it’s like to breathe deeply into a cold morning, to stretch until truth rises from the muscles.

I am amazed. Truly amazed. Even in the cold, even with everything going on, the mat remains my teacher. My clarity grows every day. My spirit becomes lighter. And this voice inside me keeps saying: one day I will teach this. One day I will speak this truth to others. I just need to keep practicing, keep speaking, keep stepping into who I am becoming.

I am not breaking. I am awakening.

And I am grateful.

Yoruba Yogi