🌕 Daily Reflection — Yoruba Yogi
This morning reminded me that the body never lies.
Yesterday, the tightness came without warning—deep, gripping, uncomfortable, but not broken. It wasn’t injury. It was information. Something in me was asking to be met, not pushed through.
I woke before the world, and by the time my breath found the mat, I understood. I had been moving forward for so long that I forgot to open backward. I remembered the backbend—the posture of trust, exposure, and humility. When I brought it back, everything shifted. The pain didn’t fight me. It released me.
Every pose became an opening. Every breath went into the places I usually rush past. Child’s pose taught me again what yoga truly is: humility. Yoga is not for the ego. It’s easy when it’s just stretching. It becomes real when the body asks for honesty. When strength must soften. When listening matters more than effort.
As the tightness dissolved, gratitude replaced words. I moved lightly through the morning, aware of how small rituals hold me—where I rest, how I prepare, how I move through the day with quiet intention. My life may look simple, but it is deeply organized by awareness.
I noticed how the world reacts to stillness. How peace unsettles people more than chaos. How quiet presence is often misunderstood. I no longer feel the need to explain myself. Observation without reaction is its own freedom.
What I know now is this: I am already where I need to be in my body. Progress is not always forward. Sometimes it is backward, inward, and open. Breath into the spine. Space into the heart. Patience into the path.
Today I trust my body.
Today I listen.
Today I stay humble, open, and grateful.
— Yoruba Yogi
No comments:
Post a Comment