Friday

 

Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi

This morning I rose around 3:45 AM, cold and uncomfortable, but still grateful. The moment I stepped on my yoga mat, everything negative faded away. I moved, twisted, breathed, and felt myself dropping deeper into silence — a silence that feels like guidance.

Lately, something in me has changed. It feels like I don’t have to chase anything anymore. Life will come to me in its own time. As I moved through my push-ups and twists, I kept feeling gratitude for that truth.

I walked outside and looked up at the moon, and a message came to me:

I never knew how disciplined I truly was. Growing up, I didn’t realize discipline was a gift. I let my environment distract me from what was already inside me. Now, even in the freezing cold, I still rise, I still move, and it shows me how different my mindset really is.

After yoga, I walked to church, carrying my bags, turning my walk into a meditation. I’ve even started giving names to my walks — little prayers on the move. And even though I sat in church today, the message didn’t land for me, so I stayed quiet, observed, and then jogged back out into the sun.

Something is shifting inside me. I can feel it. I’m learning to use my time wisely, to rest when I can, to move when my body calls for it, and to let the cold become part of my prayer. I’m entering a new mental space — calmer, stronger, more focused — and I’m watching myself grow in ways I never expected.

Today’s yoga was powerful. Today’s silence was powerful. Today’s clarity was powerful.

I am on my feet, moving forward, listening to life as it speaks in its own quiet way.

Yoruba Yogi