Reflecting

 Daily Reflection — “The Discipline of Stillness” 🌕

I rose around four — late for me, yet perfect. The stillness was waiting.

As I began my yoga, the breath spoke softly: Stop rushing. Sit longer. You’re almost there.

My spine feels healed now — ready. All I need to do is open again, surrender to gravity, and let the body remember.

It’s humbling how close I am to the lotus pose, yet how far I drift when I rush. Yoga keeps teaching me that nothing real can be forced.

The body must bloom like a flower — slowly, truthfully, with grace.

Spirituality, I laughed, is no easy path. It’s not glamorous. It’s discipline. It’s gravity. It’s honesty.

The more I sit, the more I realize the human body is divine machinery — capable of extraordinary potential when aligned with breath.

This morning, the book I read reminded me that the yogis learned to sit with the gods.

And that’s where I’m heading — not someday, but now.

Before I write each day, I honor my body through pushups — yesterday 124, today 100.

Numbers are energy, messages from Ifá, whispering through movement.

Then came another lesson: detachment.

Someone in my orbit keeps trying to buy my attention — using money as control, confusion as love.

But I can’t be bought. I don’t need their validation. My peace is my currency.

It made me laugh — not from mockery, but from clarity.

I see how addiction hides beneath generosity, how control disguises itself as love.

But I’ve been divorced for twenty years, and the only relationship that’s never failed me is with discipline — yoga, running, meditation. They’ve stayed faithful.

So today, I return to them.

To the silence.

To the breath.

To the gravity that pulls me home.