When the Sun’s in Cancer, we remember —
the Moon, which rules Cancer, rules memory, rules the details and angst and thrills of memory — and when the Sun’s in Cancer we will remember. We will spend a lot of time remembering.
So much has happened — I said to the gals in one of the chatrooms – at 3am last night, already my birthday. So much has happened. It was in response to receiving a message from an “Old friend.” There is no conversation to pick up now. No chain that a quick link repair can fix. It’s in the past. If something dramatic were to happen, more dramatic than “hi how are you happy birthday.” Because so much has happened and this is not a hatchet I want to bury which is VERY Cancer Season, the Season of the Grudge.
I am holding many grudges these days. I have a grudge against the weather. I probably will have a grudge against my electric bill. And my stomach. Cancer Season and we are ruled by worry – digestion has been a bit off of late.
But can we turn grudge into grateful. Do we need to. Do we want to. I think we can. I quote that famous Richard Hugo poem so often – even though the last romantic lines are about a girl, it doesn’t have to be about a girl. She’s hope. I know I know if you are female and reading this you are tired of being personified and yet:
“The money you buy lunch with,
no matter where it’s mined, is silver
and the girl who serves your food
is slender and her red hair lights the wall.”
I’m looking for her today. But honestly after the last few days, with the Cancer planets waking up the ridiculously destructive Uranus Pluto square… I just don’t know.
And then I look at the weekend transits and there she is lighting the wall.
Miss Hope is here:
Mercury and Sun sextile Jupiter and trine Mars – good aspects any day of the week but especially needed TODAY.
I love you xx
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