Gratitude

 This morning I woke up while the world was still quiet.

I placed my hands on the mat, and my breath met my body.

Push-up by push-up, breath by breath,

I felt my spine opening like a path.

When I walk, something listens.

When I jog, something flows.

When I run, even slowly, my whole body feels like one long prayer.

I am not chasing anyone’s eyes today.

I am not explaining myself.

I am simply moving with what is real inside me.

Reading moves through my back.

Sitting on the ground brings me closer to myself.

Jogging carries my thoughts into stillness.

I am grateful without needing to say why.

Grateful for breath.

For water.

For food.

For the ability to walk, jog, and run through this day.

I do not need to tell my story.

I do not need to be understood.

I am learning how to listen to my own body.

Quiet is teaching me.

Movement is teaching me.

Gratitude is teaching me.

Whatever is unfolding in me,

I allow it.

I walk with it.

I jog with it.

I run with it.

Yoruba Yogi