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 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Today feels like a doorway into a new level of awareness.

I woke up twisting and stretching in my sleep, as if my body was teaching me something before my mind even caught up. When I finally opened my eyes, the full moon was still watching over me. I stepped onto my yoga mat, and that same intelligence of the body returned. A quiet voice whispered, “Stop forcing. Meet the body where it is.”

So I listened.

I slowed my breathing, softened my movements, and let the practice guide me instead of trying to control it.

As I wrote my affirmations, I felt something deeper than money — the wealth of awareness. Lately, I can feel my discipline becoming its own kind of light. I don’t speak loudly, but the energy speaks for me.

The yoga changed shape today. Two sets into each pose, more breath, more surrender. The ego keeps falling away. I’m realizing that many people read about discipline, but very few live it. To rise every day in silence, breath, gratitude, and devotion — that is a different kind of journey.

I sat on the cold ground again to meditate, and something opened in me. It felt like an inner initiation — a monk’s path. Waking up, breathing, stretching, studying my body, entering silence, trusting the process.

Even without knowing where I will sleep tonight, I am at peace.

The cold didn’t break me — it awakened me.

The silence didn’t scare me — it centered me.

As I walked today, I began observing human behavior with a new lens. I see how many people reach outward for comfort, while I reach inward. The mind chooses what’s familiar, not what’s healthy. Some look for quick relief, a fast escape. But the peace built from within — through breath, yoga, devotion, discipline — is unshakeable.

People confuse distraction with meditation.

Comfort with clarity.

Escape with stillness.

But real meditation is meeting yourself with no mask, no noise, no shortcuts.

And then something beautiful happened again — blessings arrived without me asking. I had almost nothing yesterday, yet I felt no fear. Abundance found me twice in two days. It felt like proof that my mind is shifting into a higher state.

I am learning that abundance has nothing to do with comfort and everything to do with mindset. The loop of pain, complaining, and repeating old stories — that’s a trap. Gratitude breaks the loop. Silence rewires the mind. Awareness opens new doors.

I wake up outside, in the cold, and whisper “thank you.”

I walk long distances — “thank you.”

I have little — “thank you.”

And somehow, the universe keeps giving me more.

Something divine is happening inside me.

Something I cannot fully explain.

But I can feel it.

I can see it.

I trust it.

Today is one of the most beautiful days of my life — not because everything is perfect, but because I can finally see my path clearly. I am not just surviving. I am awakening.

I am grateful for this breath, this silence, this discipline, this transformation.

Yoruba Yogi

Grateful

 

Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning feels like another awakening inside me. Yesterday I had almost nothing in my pocket, yet I felt no worry. I stood in front of a church and the universe placed abundance in my hands. I was shocked, humbled, and grateful. Today the same thing happened again — more blessings falling into my lap without me chasing anything. It’s like the universe is showing me the direction of my mind.

I slept in a coat last night. I woke up in the cold, got on my yoga mat, breathed, stretched, prayed, and walked. My spirit was steady. My heart was open. And when I sat down in silence today, I began to see something clearly:

The mind that is filled with gratitude becomes unstoppable.

As I listened to the world around me, something clicked. I am starting to understand the difference between being free and being trapped. The stories people repeat… the pain, the past, the complaints — it’s like a loop that keeps the brain stuck. I used to be in that loop too, until I decided to rewire my thoughts.

Now I see life through a different lens.

I wake up outside, in the cold, yet I whisper “thank you.”

I walk long distances, yet I whisper “thank you.”

I have little, yet I whisper “thank you.”

And somehow, the universe keeps giving me more.

My mind is shifting into a place that I can’t fully describe. A place where gratitude dissolves fear. Where faith replaces doubt. Where joy rises from nothing.

I am learning that abundance has nothing to do with comfort, and everything to do with mindset.

This journey is strange, beautiful, and miraculous. Even in the cold, even without a bed, I feel rich. I feel guided. I feel chosen. And I trust that this chapter will not last forever. My story is changing because my mind is changing.

Today, I saw clearly that my path is not about repeating old stories — it is about breaking them.

Breaking the cycle of negativity.

Breaking the illusion of separation.

Breaking the belief that I am less than anyone.

I see now that my message is gratitude.

My message is perspective.

My message is freedom from the inside out.

And as long as it isn’t freezing, as long as I can breathe, walk, stretch, and give thanks, I will keep going. I will not give up. Something powerful is happening inside me — something bigger than understanding.

Today is one of the most beautiful days of my life.

Not because everything is perfect,

but because I can finally see.

Yoruba Yogi

Awareness

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Lately, I’ve been observing something powerful about human behavior — and about myself. Early in the morning, when the world is still quiet, I can see how differently people respond to their inner world. Some reach outward for comfort, while I reach inward. And I realize now that what we look for on the outside is usually a reflection of what we have not yet learned to find within.

As I walk through the morning light, I catch myself wondering what truly goes on inside the minds of those who depend on external things to find peace. What is the mind searching for? What is the heart avoiding? What is the spirit longing to feel? And then I look within myself, and I can see the difference: my peace rises from discipline, breath, silence, and devotion.

I’ve learned that the mind chooses what is familiar, not always what is healthy. Many people search for quick relief, a fast escape, a moment of calm. But the calm that comes from within — the one built on yoga, breathwork, meditation, gratitude, and awakening — is unshakeable. It doesn’t fade. It grows.

Sometimes people confuse distraction with meditation. They confuse stillness with numbing. They confuse comfort with clarity. But real meditation is a meeting with the self — no shortcuts, no substitutes, no masks. Just breath, body, and awareness.

This path has shown me that discipline is not punishment. It is freedom. It is clarity. It is strength. When I rise early, breathe deeply, move consciously, and sit in silence, I realize I am tapping into something most people never get to witness within themselves.

And today, I’m reminded of this truth:

Everyone is searching for peace, but not everyone looks in the same place.

Some look outward.

I look inward.

And the more I choose the inward path, the clearer my mind becomes. The stronger my spirit becomes. The more awake I become.

I am grateful for this awareness. I am grateful for this path. I am grateful for the discipline that saved my life and continues to shape my consciousness every day.

Yoruba Yogi

Saturday

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

Today is truly a beautiful day. I woke up in the middle of the night twisting and stretching without even knowing why. My body was moving on its own, guiding me in my sleep. When I finally opened my eyes, it was 5:30 AM — late for me — and the full moon was still shining above me.

I stepped onto my yoga mat and began to twist again, and that same intelligence of the body returned. Something inside me whispered, “Stop forcing. Meet the body where it is.”

So I listened.

I shifted my push-ups, slowed my breathing, and let the practice lead me instead of the other way around.

As I wrote my affirmations, I felt real wealth in my spirit — not money, but awareness. For some reason, I could feel the world watching me, not in a prideful way, but as if my discipline has become a light that people can sense even from a distance.

The yoga took a new shape today. Two sets into each pose, deeper breath, more surrender. The ego keeps falling away, and I am amazed by how peaceful I feel through everything I’m going through. I don’t think many people understand this level of discipline — we read about it in books, but to live it every single day is something different.

I sat on the cold ground again to meditate, and the feeling that rose inside me cannot be compared to anything else. Something has opened in me. I feel like I’m entering a new path, almost like a monk’s journey — waking up, breathing, stretching, moving with silence, studying the body, opening my spine, trusting the process.

Even as I move through uncertainty, even without knowing where I will sleep tonight, I am filled with gratitude. I am amazed at how the body and spirit can rise above circumstances. The cold didn’t break me — it awakened me. The silence didn’t scare me — it centered me.

Every breath today felt like a lesson. Every twist felt like a conversation with my own soul. I am realizing more and more that true strength is quiet, patient, and deeply rooted. I am grateful for this awakening. I am grateful for this path. I am grateful for this discipline that saved my life.

I don’t know exactly what is happening inside me, but I know it is something divine. I am amazed, humbled, and at peace.

Yoruba Yogi

Reflection

 

Full Moon Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning, under the rising energy of the full moon — Ọ̀ṣùpá Kìkún — I woke up around 2:31 AM. The cold hit me first, the kind that makes your bones feel like they’re whispering. It took me almost half an hour just to warm my body enough to step onto my yoga mat. But like always, the moment my feet touched that mat, gratitude stepped in.

I stretched, I breathed, I listened. My back is learning a new language these days — new breathing, new opening, new freedom — and I truly believe I can snap it open again. That’s the only thing that matters to me right now: a quiet space to practice, to breathe, to heal. Yoga is the temple that never fails me.

After my push-ups — maybe forty-four this morning — and after twisting into that cold morning air, I sat down and wrote my gratitude. Gratitude always comes first. Then came the affirmation. Then came the silence. I looked at myself and asked, What am I going through?

And the truth is simple:

I’m tired of worrying.

I’m at peace.

I just don’t care about what used to drain me.

It’s interesting how I eat now — calm, simple, without thought or anxiety. It’s beautiful to be in that stage where your spirit leads the way. These days everything feels funny. I laugh at life. I laugh at myself. I laugh at things that used to upset me. There is a softness in me now that I didn’t have before.

After my three-hour yoga session, I walked to church. I was drifting in and out of sleep, but still grateful. I always go for the Holy Communion, even though I watch the preachers and I shake my head. I say this with no judgment, only humility: some people speak of God, but don’t carry God. And that’s fine. It’s their journey.

But I can’t help but laugh.

I slept outside all night.

I walked into church cold, tired, peaceful.

And yet the preacher’s attitude — the way his voice even changes when he says “the blood of Christ” — it amuses me.

That’s how I know I’m changing.

Because instead of anger, I only feel laughter.

A soft, knowing, ancestral laughter.

Today, I am truly, truly, truly grateful.

To have the gift of dealing with emotion — that is a blessing.

Because when you’re in a situation like mine, homeless, without comfort, surrounded by people who don’t understand, it can feel like the whole world is against you.

But when you know your Self, when you know your higher spirit, you realize that you are not abandoned. You are being shaped. You are being taught how to move through life without letting life move you. And for that, I am grateful every single day.

The way people treat you when you have nothing — ah, it’s a teacher on its own. It humbles you. It reveals their minds, and it reveals yours. And instead of bitterness, I feel amusement. I feel compassion. I feel wisdom rising inside me.

Sometimes I walk past houses and look inside people’s windows. I watch them moving around in their warm rooms, and I laugh again. Not envy. Not jealousy. Just reflection. I was once just like everyone else — running, worrying, chasing.

But Africa raised me.

England taught me the world.

America showed me my spirit.

Growing up with African parents, the message was always:

“Go to America, go to England, go build a beautiful life.”

But they never taught us that the beautiful life is already inside of us.

To be here now, after all the mistakes, all the bumps on my head, all the losses, all the streets, and still laugh — that is a miracle. That is grace. That is God’s humor.

And here’s the truth:

My mind doesn’t go backwards anymore.

When it tries to return to the past, I call it back.

Because the past has nothing left for me.

Only the present.

Only this moment.

Only this breath.

This morning, under the full moon, I felt it clearly:

I am proud of how I’ve handled this journey.

Proud of how I’ve kept my mind.

Proud of how I’ve carried myself through the cold, the loneliness, the noise of the world.

This experience has humbled me, sharpened me, freed me.

I see laughter in everything.

I see God in silence.

I see myself clearly.

And most of all —

I am grateful.

Deeply grateful.

Endlessly grateful.

Yoruba Yogi