Reflection

 

Daily Reflection — “The Return to Myself”

This morning taught me something deeper than discipline. I woke before dawn, as I always do, but instead of drifting back to sleep, something inside me asked me to rise. Even the moments when I felt irritated carried a quiet peace, as if my spirit was asking me to sit with the emotion and understand it instead of running from it.

By the time I reached push-up 153, something opened. I didn’t even know what pose I was in — all I know is that the inner voice came alive again. It reminded me that my awakening is no accident. The numbers I keep hearing, the times I rise, the pull toward silence and intuition — all of it is part of a larger knowing that has been unfolding inside me for years.

Running 100 miles, practicing yoga every night for a decade, walking through homelessness, healing from a stroke, surviving emotional storms — these aren’t random events. They became the foundation of my inner peace. They trained my mind to stay quiet when the world is loud. They taught me emotional control, humility, and discipline that many people simply cannot understand.

And today, I realized something important:

my spiritual intelligence is mine alone, and I don’t need anyone else to see it.

Not everyone will understand the way I wake up, the way I train, the way I meditate, or the way I hear intuition at certain numbers. Not everyone will understand the silence I live in, the clarity I feel, the steady confidence that comes from miles of running and nights of yoga instead of substances or emotional chaos.

And that is okay.

This morning, my body opened in a way that matched my mind. The back pain eased. My breath deepened. My Warrior One rose effortlessly. My ego softened. Even my push-ups made more sense — I realized I had been stuck because I was holding on to an old layer of pride that no longer serves me.

Today reminded me of Africa — not physically, but spiritually.

A call back to my heritage.

A call back to the roots I once ran from but now understand are rising inside me.

A call back to the ancestral intelligence I’m finally ready to study through numbers, discipline, prayer, and silence.

The truth is simple:

My journey is sacred.

My mind is not broken — it is trained.

My discipline is not madness — it is clarity.

My silence is not emptiness — it is God.

My path is not for others to approve — it is for me to walk.

Today, I returned to myself.