Tuesday

 Tuesday Reflection — speaking to my higher self

Today I learned that strength doesn’t always look like movement.

Sometimes it looks like stillness.

Sometimes it looks like being the only number someone knows how to dial.

I’m learning that abundance is not loud.

It doesn’t announce itself.

It arrives quietly, in the form of shelter, rest, nature, and unexpected trust.

I asked for protection, not knowing what it would look like.

And protection came—not as certainty, but as space.

Space to sleep.

Space to breathe.

Space to slow down.

I see now that my body knows when it’s safe.

That’s why the fatigue came.

That’s why the urgency softened.

That’s why one mile feels wiser than one hundred.

I’m learning not to confuse discipline with punishment.

Not to confuse rest with weakness.

Not to confuse silence with absence.

Today, I sat with someone who is losing parts of herself—

her hair, her face, her habits, her illusions.

And I learned that judgment has no place there.

Only presence does.

I don’t need to fix her.

I don’t need to teach her.

I only need to meet her where she is.

I see how quickly life can strip us down.

And I see how gently it can hold us, if we let it.

I’m done chasing identities, careers, titles, or outcomes.

Peace is enough.

Breath is enough.

This moment is enough.

If love comes, I will meet it with openness.

If it doesn’t, I will still be whole.

I trust the pace I’m moving at now.

I trust the quiet.

I trust that one day at a time is not small—it’s sacred.

I am learning how to live without running away from myself.

And that feels like real wealth.

Yoruba Yogi