Grand rising

 Today, I notice how much is happening inside me, and how calm I remain while it happens.

Different emotions move through, but none of them stay. I let them rise, I let them pass.

I listen to my body first.

The breath tells me where to go.

Softness shows up even where there is still tightness.

I don’t rush it. I study it.

Every movement becomes a kind of scripture, teaching me how to open without force.

I accept rest when it is needed.

I return to discipline when it is time.

Nothing is lost.

The practice is intact.

I move slowly, on purpose.

Not to escape, not to prove—

but to align.

I let the body meet the rhythm of the universe at its own pace.

My mind feels clear because my body has already spoken.

Thoughts come and go, and I watch them without chasing or resisting.

I don’t need to react.

I don’t need to explain.

I am learning a deeper respect—

for myself, for difference, for the many ways people move through life.

Agreement is not required for respect.

Understanding begins with self-honoring.

I notice when silence is wiser than speech.

I notice when stillness carries more truth than argument.

I trust that what is real does not need to be defended.

I stay with what works:

the breath, the movement, the endurance, the quiet joy of consistency.

This is what steadies me.

This is what changes me.

I remain grateful.

I remain present.

I remain open—without losing myself.

I am calmer now.

And I trust where this path is taking me.

Yoruba Yogi