Yoga

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning, as I was thinking about my practice, something powerful rose inside me. I began reflecting on the comments people make about yoga — the doubts, the confusion, the questions like “What’s the point?” or “You’ll get old.” And I realized something very deep:

Most people speak from limitation because they have never connected with their bodies long enough to discover their true capacity.

If I wasn’t practicing yoga every single day — especially after everything I’ve walked through, the injuries, the challenges, the setbacks — I know I would not be standing the way I am today. Yoga is the reason I can move, breathe, and feel my spirit opening. Yoga is the reason my mind stays clear. Yoga is the reason I rise.

What inspires me is not the poses. It’s the breath. It’s the discipline. It’s the way the body slowly opens after years of devotion. People think flexibility is something you’re born with, but the real flexibility is in the mind. The body follows the breath. And the breath follows the spirit.

I’ve come to understand that the human body is capable of miracles when it is trained with consistency and love. Age is not the enemy — neglect is. And the more I practice, the more I feel the truth: the body becomes what you ask of it, day after day, breath after breath.

What amazes me is this:

If I had lived a comfortable life with everything handed to me, I would never have discovered this depth. The hardships stripped me down and revealed a new part of me. The nights of breathing alone. The long walks. The early mornings. The quiet stretching in the dark. All of it shaped me into who I am.

So when I hear people saying yoga is pointless or impossible, I don’t get discouraged. I get inspired. I want to understand this body at 70, 80, 100 years old. I want to sit in lotus in old age. I want to explore every corner of what this human machine can do when discipline becomes a lifestyle.

Because everything I am today — every breath, every step, every opening — comes from devotion.

The only reason my spirit is strong is because I practice.

The only reason I move with clarity is because I breathe.

The only reason I am still rising is because yoga kept my inner fire alive.

This path is mine.

This breath is mine.

This discipline is mine.

And this journey is just beginning.

Yoruba Yogi.