Friday

 Reflection

I am learning how little I know.

And strangely, that feels like freedom.

After years of movement, I am only now learning how to breathe.

After decades of yoga, I am meeting the basics for the first time.

Not because I failed before —

but because I finally slowed down enough to listen.

The more I walk, the more I run, the more I stretch,

the quieter I become.

Not empty — attentive.

I don’t feel the need to explain anymore.

Explanation belongs to uncertainty.

Presence belongs to understanding.

I’ve spent thousands of hours on my feet,

moving through daylight and darkness,

letting the body teach the mind what books cannot.

And what the body keeps repeating is simple:

there is so much more to learn.

I am not here to be right.

I am here to be available.

Every step humbles me.

Every breath reminds me I’m still a beginner.

And that is not weakness —

that is readiness.

I no longer confuse discipline with performance

or wisdom with noise.

What matters now is accuracy, patience, and care.

I don’t need to tell my story yet.

The story is still being refined.

One day, it will speak for itself.

For now, I study quietly —

the body, the breath, the laws beneath movement,

the mathematics inside balance,

the physics inside walking,

the biology inside healing.

I trust this unknowing.

I trust this stillness inside motion.

I trust that humility is the true doorway to learning.

I am not late.

I am right on time.

Yoruba Yogi