Wednesday reflection

 Wednesday Reflection 

Daily Reflection – Under the Full Moon

This morning I rose with gratitude, under the brightness of the full moon. I don’t know why 2 AM hasn’t been calling me, but at 4 something, my spirit moved. I stepped onto my yoga mat, and for two hours I lived in pure meditation—600 push-ups, every breath rooted in my body.

Yoga is not for someone in a rush. It teaches respect for the body, respect for the spine, and awareness of every single thought. Each time my mind wandered, I lost my count. Yoga demanded my full presence.

I am grateful. Grateful for the fountain of water in the park. Grateful for the bathroom I can use in the morning. Grateful for this body that lets me move, stretch, and run.

As I jogged, I carried peace with me. I noticed the world, the energy, the imbalance, and the beauty. I noticed the difference between those who talk spirituality and those who live it. And I realized again—discipline is what makes the difference.

I am at peace. I am wealthy. I am aligned. Thank you God, thank you energy, thank you ancestors.

Daily Reflection

This morning, while I paused my jogging to write down my affirmations, I received a lesson in compassion. At the park, I sat with someone I often see at the peer center—a man our society might label as mentally ill. I chose instead to see him as misunderstood.

We talked for a while. He smoked his cigarette, I listened, and for the first time I didn’t just look away—I welcomed the conversation. He shared his frustrations about a staff member I’ve also had issues with. What struck me was not his words alone, but the truth hidden within them.

I was reminded today that people always tell on themselves. When someone speaks about their struggles, their frustrations, their conflicts, they are revealing where they are in life at that moment. My own words always circle back to yoga, meditation, and peace—because that is where I live. His words circled around struggle, because that is where he is.

The real practice of compassion is not in talking about it, but in living it.Today, I chose to listen instead of judge, to sit instead of avoid, and to see a fellow human instead of a label. For that, I am grateful.

Today I was reminded of the importance of discernment. At church, the minister spoke to me with words she may have meant as concern, but they landed as intimidation. She told me she didn’t want me to get arrested or deported. That irritated me, because I know my discipline and my lifestyle—I don’t put myself in those kinds of situations.

Her words were not truth, they were fear. They came from the news, from projection, not from who I am. America is not so broken that the police will handcuff me just for existing. I know who I am: disciplined, focused, spiritual, free.

This taught me a lesson. People will try to place me in their version of the story, but I don’t have to accept it. Compassion means I can be patient, but wisdom means I don’t take in foolishness. Her fear is not my reality.

My affirmation today:

I am protected. I am disciplined. I live in peace. No label, no fear, and no projection can define me.

Tonight, I sat in what I call my conscious realization eating meeting. I didn’t speak, I just listened. What I witnessed humbled me.

The literature they read talked about self-discipline, maintaining a healthy weight, and living in balance. Yet, some of the people sharing were still visibly caught in the struggle. At first, I was surprised—how can someone still wrestling with overeating give advice about food? But the more I listened, the more I understood: the addiction is not just about food, it’s about ego, fear, and the search for comfort.

I realized that I’m not there to receive the lessons from their words, because I already live the discipline they speak about. I’m there to see how ego disguises itself, how addiction reshapes itself, and how society has lied to itself for many years about what true discipline and balance look like. It reminded me of colonization—taking without balance, living without harmony, and then teaching the world those ways as if they were truth.

What struck me most was humility. Sitting in silence taught me more than speaking could. I see now that when the time comes for me to share my story, it won’t be from theory, but from lived truth. That is the real gift.

These meetings—whether conscious eating, smoking, or drinking—are teaching me patience, compassion, and understanding. They are mirrors, showing me how far I’ve come and how much I’ve grown. Most of all, they remind me that discipline is freedom, and ego is the real addiction.