Full Moon Fever: What if Your Next Ritual is Rest.

{Transmuting in real time}

I had plans today. Big ones. Devotional ones.

I had built up so much anticipation for what I thought I needed to do under this Libra full moon — ceremony, clarity, collective space-holding. And then I woke up with a fever.

It wasn’t on my bingo card, and it wasn’t in my planner. It just was.

And in that moment, I was invited — no, required — to surrender. Not perform, not produce, not pivot, but surrender.

When I told my partner, “I feel kind of bad,” she asked if it was because I felt like I was letting others down. And for a split second, I said no — because I honestly didn’t think that’s what it was. But maybe it was. Maybe it still is.

Maybe the medicine of this full moon is less about doing the thing and more about completing the cycle.

Maybe the ritual was the fever. The unexpected reset. The forced rest. The devotion to the body when the spirit is still.

Because today, I still honored devotion. Not in a circle. Not with incense and altar cloths. But through naps. Through sips of tea. Through listening. Through silence. Through letting the “no” be sacred, even when it came with guilt.

And here’s what I’m sitting with now:

Not everything has to be a cosmic lesson. Not every pause is punishment. Not every fever is failure. Not every “no” is a betrayal.

We over-spiritualize everything until we can’t even be sick (or as we say in my house, recalibrating) without searching for the karmic root of it. We rush to find meaning before we let life settle in. And if I’m honest, I still practicing how to not transcend the human experience instead of actually living it-

This full moon is a Libra moon. A moon of balance, yes — but more importantly, a moon of allowance. Of letting things exist as they are.

Because guess what? Duality is not opposition. Feeling bad and choosing rest can both be true. Wanting to show up and needing to stay in bed can coexist. The devotion I planned doesn’t cancel out the devotion I practiced.

So if you needed a reminder — like I did — here it is:

You’re allowed to just be. Without explaining, without transcending, without fixing.

You are the ritual. Even in your undone-ness. Even with the fever.

Even when you are still on the path of living and loving the fullness of who you are.

Love is you.

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