Tuesday

 Tuesday Reflection 

Lately, I’ve become quiet.

Not because I’m lost — but because my body has learned how to listen.

I breathe through my nose all day now.

And with every breath, something old leaves me.

Tension. Pain. Stored memory.

Things I never had words for.

I walk into rooms where people talk about healing,

about spirituality,

about Buddhism, scripture, recovery —

and I realize how much we speak instead of regulate.

Most people are talking from recorded data.

From trauma that never got released.

So they explain.

They teach.

They repeat.

But my body has moved beyond explanation.

After ten years of waking in the dark,

of discipline, silence, endurance,

something has shifted in me.

The noise no longer teaches me.

Even books have grown loud.

When I breathe into my body,

the tight places open.

When I move, the truth moves with me.

I don’t need to convince anyone.

I don’t need to speak to belong.

I am no longer organizing myself through stories.

Right now, my work is internal regulation.

Presence.

Gratitude.

Creation without effort.

I’m becoming less interested in identity

and more rooted in being.

This quiet is not withdrawal.

It is coherence.

It is integration.

It is the body finally leading.

And I trust it.

Yoruba Yogi