I got up later than usual today, still catching up on rest. The morning was quiet — I journaled, read from the book, and then got to filming a colander video to explain how to witness and clean what leaves the body. It needed editing, and even though I was exhausted with editing by now, I pushed through. That’s the season I’m in — just do the work.
Once the video was underway, I turned my attention to the funnel. I wanted to make the course live on the site, so I updated the copyright, the landing pages, and the automation flows. It was a bit of a labyrinth remembering where everything was. My brain was spinning — but it got done.
There was some emotional static. My stepson hadn’t replied to a message. Some friends, too. It’s this strange sensation of people reaching out and then vanishing. I started thinking about what Maya or others might believe about me. Just old projection patterns. And in that, I realised how much I’ve simply followed the path of least resistance — letting go of control, surrendering to what is and how it led me here.
I did my usual rock weight workout by the lake, boats drifting past while I lifted stone like a forest monk. The locals must think I’m part-myth. And maybe I am.
Amar came to clean this morning, and I went to Animals after I did my breathing, to eat and edit. Their Wi-Fi is better. The owners asked where I’d been — they seemed genuinely disappointed I hadn’t been around. I explained I came to them, but they had a power cut on Sunday. We shared some smiles. I stayed there for a few hours, then came home.
I sent the course out to a few people. Some responded, received it, appreciated it. That felt good — the love, the energy poured into it, knowing it will serve the collective.
Peg appreciated the course — she messaged to say they’ve been busy, but we’ll likely meet up tomorrow and check out some live music, which will be nice. She asked about a pre-pre-cleanse, something people could do in the days leading up to the main cleanse — what kinds of foods to eat, how to begin preparing the body. It was a great question. I told her that and said I’d get on something straight away. So I started working on it — just need Shade to format it, and it’ll go out in the welcome email people get when they register. It’s optional, but helpful for those who want to gently prepare in advance.
Had a good call with Pen. We chipped away at the next chapter of the book. Still a way to go. I also managed to download years’ worth of Penzu journals into one PDF, ready to sift through once the editing’s complete. Peg reached out too — she’s grateful for the course, and we might catch some live music tomorrow.
Now it’s almost 9pm. I’ll edit a bit more, then rest. The work is sacred. And I’m still here, sculpting the vision.
Where did I hold my boundary?
I kept going even when editing felt like a wall. I said no to the urge to avoid or numb out. I stayed with the mission.
What energy or intention did I move forward, no matter how small?
The funnel. The course page. The colander video. The PDF prep for the pre-cleanse. The book. Everything moved, even if slowly.
What didn’t need fixing?
The feelings of solitude. The unanswered messages. They just needed witnessing, not mending.
What surprised me today?
That even now, after all this work, the world keeps gently offering me reflections — a waiter’s comment, a friend’s message, a sudden idea. Life is still responding.
What did I offer or receive in service today?
I offered the course. I offered my devotion. I received gratitude, subtle encouragement, and small reminders that it’s working.
What did I witness within myself or another today?
I witnessed my willingness to keep showing up. I saw Pen’s commitment. I felt the sacred mirror in Maya and Peg. And I saw my own endurance — raw, but real.
