It’s the end of the day. I’m lying on my back because I’ve hurt my lower spine again. Last time this happened was about three months ago. And now, again, I’ve been floored — quite literally.
Today is the 7th, an auspicious day. The planets and stars are said to be aligning. Uranus’ move into Gemini marks a major shift across society—triggering breakthroughs in communication, tech, and thought patterns—lasting until 2033. Historically, each time this happened (as in 1774, 1859, 1941), revolutions in how we speak, think, and connect occurred
Fitting, in a way — The New Earth is the place where all the stars align. And yet here I am, unable to move, resting on the couch from a workout.
Still, I managed to finish Day Two of the extra editing. I also co-edited the book. But I think today wasn’t really about productivity. It was about flooring me so I could stop doing — and simply appreciate the beauty of what I’ve created. That’s what Penn reminded me of. And I’m grateful. It’s beautiful to have a friend like that.
We’re both in similar places — not surrounded by the people we once had in our lives. She’s someone who sees beauty, even in the chaos. She told me about her old friend Nael, a musician in America who passed away a few years ago, by suicide. She said I remind her of him. And interestingly, the painting behind me — which she saw on Zoom — was also the same or similar painting to she had with Nael.
It’s powerful to feel that kind of energetic connection across time and space. Like I’m carrying some essence of him forward. She’s witnessing this journey with me — like she’s meant to be here now. Nothing’s missing.
Still, when I’m lying here alone in Sri Lanka, feeling vulnerable and physically limited, I have to remind myself. This too is part of it. This is the sacred pause. I accept where I’m at.
My higher self reminded me this morning, during the looping thoughts, that I was once given luxury, ease, comfort — but I couldn’t appreciate it. It was too soon, too unearned. So it was taken away. Not as punishment, but because there was no meaning behind it yet. No value built.
This is the moment I earn it. This is what gives it meaning.
Cultivating tolerance. Building a work ethic. Devoting to service. Pouring love into something that may one day sustain me, not just financially — but energetically, spiritually.
If this offering, The New Earth, becomes something that supports me as I support others — if it allows me to live well, nourish my temple, continue the work — then it will be because I gave first. Because I trusted. And let people decide its value.
All I do is work. That’s where I find my purpose. And if this offering helps even one person, then it’s been worth it.
I just need to be patient now. To rest. To stop doing. Everything has been about doing, producing, building. And now I am learning to be.
There’s still some pain in my back, but it’s okay. I know it’s not perfectly aligned. I know injury comes when I’m pushing. But I’m doing my best. I really am.
