Sketched by the Universe: A Song Born Under the Stars

Every line, every shade, every scar becomes part of the bigger picture. Sketched by the Universe is more than a song, it’s a portrait of the soul; unfinished, unfolding, yet already luminous.

I do not know about you, but September 2025 pressed heavy on the heart. Two eclipses, geomagnetic storms, and two comets seemed to place pressure on the cosmos itself. It felt as if everything was stirring at once, emotions, exhaustion, collective weight. And in the midst of deep wound healing, I carried it all like a stone in my chest, aching for release. I have been doing the work, yet it felt as though no new ground had been gained this month.

Disappointment lingered, and I found myself asking the universe, what is the point? What is the point of all this healing that I've been doing, if the world feels more heavy, more chaotic than ever?

The answer did not come all at once, but it began quietly on Wednesday morning. On my day off, I stepped into the garden to let the sun find me. The cool, crisp air whispered that winter was near. In that simple pause, as I sat there, in the quiet while the sun bathed my skin, I felt the smallest crack of relief, as if life itself was reminding me to surrender.

Didn't stay long, I had to get going for the day.

Later, I stood under the shower, not to wash away the heaviness, but simply to be held by water. Tears came, steady and soft, and I let them fall. Sometimes that is the bravest thing we can do. In that tender moment, words began to arrive, as if the universe was sketching them across the blue tile surrounding me. With wet hands and a dripping floor, I reached for my phone and typed the a line that poured through me. These words became the seed of a song that was asking to be born.

"We are unfinished yet never erased, outlines sketched by the universe, still unfolding, beautiful, intricate designs still becoming."

Later that night, unable to sleep (thanks to the still ongoing relentless geomagnetic storms), I dragged my partner out into the night to follow the pull of the Northern Lights. We never found them, we were too far south, but I did found something else. Sitting under the stars at 2am, the rest of the lyrics came.

The charcoal sky felt like a canvas, and I was only the hand receiving the lines.

The lyrics where finished, and it was then that I finally understood: the point is not to erase the chaos, but to stay tender within it. Healing is not about perfecting the picture, it is about trusting that the larger design is still unfolding.

Funny enough this last verse was what emerged first, and in the structuring of the whole piece it ended up being the last verse. I just love it how it worked out in the end:

"I’m sketched in the stars, shaded in light

The universe drew me with wrongs and rights

Past, present, future, the ink still bleeds

A portrait of who I was meant to be

I’m a work in progress, but I’m almost there

A living drawing of a soul laid bare."

This verse has become my mantra, and that last line, hits me so hard, maybe it can be yours too. Unfinished does not mean unworthy. Every scar, every struggle, every joy, every silence is part of the canvas. Every pause belongs to the song.

As I release Sketched by the Universe today, I hope it reminds you that you are a work in progress, tenderly drawn by something greater, luminous even in your becoming. To me, this song feels as beautiful as I Wrote the Sky for You, and I hope you receive it with the same love with which it was written.

✨ May this new month bring you rest, presence, and trust that the lines of your soul are still being drawn with love.

October may still feel like a roller coaster, both individually and collectively, yet I am thankful to the universe for sending me these words that I could turn into music, so their frequency can carry us through the waves of our becoming.

 ☥

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