You don’t have to think your way through healing.
Happy Friday, lovely! It’s time to fuck some shit up!
✨ SPELL
Even when the moon isn’t new or full, we don’t have to wait for a “special” sky to practice reclaiming ourselves.
Ritual isn’t about the calendar—it’s about interrupting the grind, reorienting to what matters, and reminding yourself you’re not just here to produce.
Here’s a ritual for this week, aligned with the current zodiacal season. Minimal supplies. Maximum reclamation.
Air for Integration
After the fire of the Aries full moon, the Gemini moon brings a different kind of clarity.
Not the kind that fixes, but the kind that listens.
This is the part of the cycle where we metabolize what the full moon illuminated. Where the nervous system catches up to what the spirit already knew.
Supplies:
Pen and paper (or voice note app)
Quiet space, 5 minutes of air
Steps:
Sit somewhere you can breathe deeply.
Ask yourself: What truth did I see this month that I’m still trying to explain away?
Write—or speak—without editing for two minutes. Let the air move it through you.
When you’re done, take one more deep breath and say:
I don’t need to have it figured out to be free of it.
Gemini air clears stagnation by naming things. This ritual isn’t for fixing. It’s for freeing the thoughts that keep spinning.
💨 Project Reclamation
If this ritual brought relief and if you realized you’re tired of thinking your way out of exhaustion, you already understand what Project Reclamation is for.
It’s not just about mindset. It’s about nervous-system truth.
It’s where your brain can finally rest because your body feels safe again.
Inside Project Reclamation, we practice regulation, boundaries, pleasure, and collective repair.
We don’t just talk about change. We embody it, together.
With air, breath, and the courage to not know,
Keli Lyn Jewel
P.S. You don’t have to make sense of everything to move forward. Sometimes the release happens when you finally stop explaining.
If you’re in the KC area, take a little break with me tomorrow and come hang out with me at The Littlest Bakeshop (55th & Troost), where we’ll have the Diagnostic Imaging Centers’ mobile mammography bus for our annual Mammogram Party. Whether or not you need a squish, you deserve cupcakes. No explanation needed.
