You might be feeling a subtle stretch inside right now. It’s a sense that something is building quietly and insistently but doesn’t quite have a name yet. It’s not urgent.  But it is pressing. (There’s a difference)

It might show up as distraction. Or forgetfulness. Or an ache you can’t explain. It might even show up as a sentence that keeps circling around in your thoughts. (Say it out loud.)

Yup, there’s something rising in the background right now. And it’s not just the moon. (Which will be full on Saturday, btw.)

For some people it’s something they haven’t admitted yet. Or an old memory surfacing again. It could also be the feeling that the version of you you’ve been performing isn’t quite aligned anymore. (That one gives me shivers.)

What I know is it’s okay if you don’t have the words or if you’re still sorting through the weight of it. This week is like a tide that pulls a little harder each day but doesn’t force the wave to break before it’s ready. 

So if you’re quiet and feeling more, and if your inner world feels louder than your outer one, that makes sense. Full Moons usually bring light to the things we’ve tucked away. And this one’s not asking for fireworks. It’s asking for honesty.

About what? Well about what hurts, what you’re holding, or maybe what you’re becoming. (There’s a lot to think about with all that!)

In the meantime, you just have to feel it.

Yesterday, I was standing in the kitchen pressing the espresso grounds into my Breville thingy. Not doing anything particularly soul-stirring. Just making a second coffee. And out of nowhere, this quiet wave of grief rose up. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. But it was true. And it rearranged something. For a moment, I saw the version of me from years ago who would’ve brushed it off, kept moving, kept “doing.” But I didn’t.

I stood still and felt it. And I let my breath meet it. And then I went on with my day. Not because the feeling disappeared, but because it had been witnessed. 

That’s the kind of honesty I’m talking about. The deepest rituals are usually the ones no one sees. A breath or a pause. Or a moment of truth in the middle of a making a second cup.

This weekend, if you’re processing, maybe add a ritual like writing something down and burying it. Or deleting a draft that never felt true. Or maybe just sitting by water and saying something out loud that no one else will hear.

Whatever it is… let it be real. Let it be yours.

And if nothing comes, that’s okay too. A lot of times the most sacred part of becoming is the silence before the shift.

So, stay close to your inner yes.  Listen for what wants to be released, witnessed, named.  And don’t rush the insight. Let it rise when it’s ready. Because it’s coming.

PS) If you’re in one of those seasons where things feel especially tender, uncertain, or in motion, and you find yourself wishing you could process things in real time, not just on scheduled days, there’s a way we can stay connected. I offer something called Unlimited. It’s a way to keep the conversation open through text or email whenever something stirs, shifts, or just needs to be said. No appointments. No pressure. Just real support, in the moment it’s needed. I’m here to help you make sense of it all right when it’s happening for quiet check-ins or full unravellings of something deeper.  You can take a look at the options. And trust what rhythm feels right for you.