The Morning Rush
The day began in a hurry. I was behind schedule, rushing to breathing practice. Just as I pressed forward, the universe slowed me — a train crossing, traffic blocked by police, even someone laid out on the road. Chaos all around. Rather than sit still, I darted through and carried on, only a few minutes late.
Breathing grounded me again. I caught up with Lakshika about the Sacred Store — designing bottles, refining the next steps. The details matter, even if they feel endless. Integrity is in the small adjustments.
Work and Refinement
I turned back to the PDFs and videos, updating them with clearer safety protocols for oils. Tiring, yes — but necessary. Each update sharpens the integrity of the work. Someone had mentioned difficulty logging into the program after signing up, so I noted it for tomorrow: streamline the flow, make it easier.
Later, I connected with Rhoda in South Africa. Just hearing her voice brought warmth. I imagined fires, barbecues, laughter, and community — the rhythm of presence I’ll soon step into there.
Family Reminders
The gym was another tough workout, hot and demanding, but I pushed through. Later, I stopped to see Pete and his family. They welcomed me at the table — his parents, sister, son all there. It reminded me of home, of family connection, something I haven’t felt for a long time. They didn’t fully understand my world, but that didn’t matter. Being with them was enough.
Money Returned, Lessons Learned
The money transfer I’d been waiting on bounced back. Relief — I hadn’t lost it. I sent it again through Wise, grateful to see it moving. The amount almost exactly matched what I’ll need to close an Old Earth company. Strange symmetry.
Money flows in this way — here, then gone, then returned. It teaches me about energy, about trust. What matters is not clinging, but building honestly, with integrity.
Persistence in the Path
In the evening I watched more Why Files, and a story about Kenny — searching for the M-cave, battling depression, resisting the grind of working for someone else. I saw myself in him. The hunger to create, the refusal to fit into old structures.
Persistence is the lesson. Keep moving. Keep building. No matter the setbacks, the chaos, or the returns. That is the path I’m walking.
