Cancers tend to have a collapsing energy: they just want to go home 🙂 And I’ve got to get all my Cancer blog posts in before things change too much and the summer of 2011 is gone forever. Who do we have left to transit the Sign of the Crab? Mars. Mars the Driver, Mars the Warrior, Mars the Man! Mars who will oppose Pluto and fight to the death. What will you win? What will you lose?
But here’s what I was thinking while on the subway today: I’m a strong believer in feeling the feelings, whatever they are, whatever comes up. Not that you should sit crying at the office, in front of your Dell (not that I haven’t been there). And not saying it’s easy or that I always remember how important it is to sit in the shit (or the joy) and then move on.
If you can sincerely, deeply, allow yourself to enter into whatever is going on in your body, understand there’s a purpose to it, no matter how ugly it is… then you can be done with that portion of it. Until the next round 🙂 until it changes shape and returns for review.
Could be days, could be hours. Hard to say how long it takes for a mood, for a group of moods to pass. Think of these moods moving through the water. Are they sharks? Dolphins? Ships? Mars in Cancer is strong water, brave water. And Pluto does the cleansing, the clearing. How does one find balance in this energy? Is it possible?
Think of Mars vs Pluto this summer as a cosmic broom. Do I sound Pollyanna? Awfully so, I admit it. But Mars in Cancer demands a domestic metaphor and Pluto in Capricorn? Even that phrase feels enormous to me, like a whale. Find transiting Pluto in your natal chart right now. That’s where you’ll see his handiwork. Narrow it down like that, or begin to. This axis, this t-square, this grand cross, don’t you see it? Don’t you see your body splayed out upon it, limb by limb? Unhook yourself.
A story: when I’m freaking out or way too gloomy and someone tells me to breathe? I usually want to punch them. But they’re usually right.
Recently, in the middle of one of these gloomy moods, a kind Sagittarius gave me a call. What he said was alarming to me, but it did sink in and I felt rescued.Rescued at sea! See? The buried treasure? Mars in Cancer brings you the deep.
My point here is that… sometimes things don’t ring true. You have to turn them over on their belly and get another look, perspective, for the truth to ring out, for you to hear it ring. It can take time.
And, believe it or not, I’m gonna bring all this back to Mercury Retrograde in Virgo because the heart, the home, may not be what it appears to be for the moment but hold on to your perceptions, to your mind (Virgo). Write it all down if you have to. Sit with yourself, with your shit and with your joy.
In the movie Hannah and Her Sisters, Woody Allen says to Dianne Wiest that the heart is a very resilient muscle. Do you agree?
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I agree.
“sit with yourself, with your shit and with your joy” not enough of that is allowed today. Makes people uncomfortable. But I say, it’s OK, it’s called “experiencing your reality” and we DO move on eventually…
I’ve encountered the “rabid smilers” response to my own losses also, and it discounts the validity of the loss. It accentuates isolation and despair.
Being present. Yes. That’s what’s needed. A friend calls this “let me
hold the space for you”.
I’ve that before “holding space” — I like it.
Oh the rabid smilers. They mean well lol I remember so clearly a friend’s face in my mind… her desperately trying to cheer me up AT A FUNERAL the one time we shld be allowed to feel the “other stuff”
I was telling someone the other day: I allow people their pain. I’m not going to compare it to anyone else. I’m not going to say “oh so and so has it worse” or “so and so has it better” — everyone’s got their chiron, everyone’s got their saturn.
That said, perspective IS needed. My Sadge friend gave me some perspective even though at the time it made me mad. What he said was valid. But my feelings/my reactions were just as valid.
I can go on and on about this because I’ve experienced it often enough–
And what is painful or traumatic to one person may not be so for another…
I have a friend who went thru cancer, survived totally. Is more than healthy now and the whole time she was going thru chemo and radiation she was saying “oh it’s not so bad. I’m not a single mother. single mothers have it worse”
And i was like: WTF. You have CANCER.
I think it was some denial on her part BUT also she has jupiter with mars in the 1st house natally. She just floated back up from that – either through denial or jupiter or a combination and maybe it helped get her well
Rabid smilers mean well, yes, thanks for the perspective:) I got caught on the expression “rabid smilers” I really like that as a description!
I totally agree about allowing, and not comparing pain. It’s real to the experiencer-person (can’t think of right word) and it’s happening to them, in the context of all their experiences (here
and on other planes/lifetimes) so how can it possibly be compared?
agreed 🙂
“I remember when my mother died, you’d think a time when feelings would be allowed. Nope!”
Oh, I can SO relate to that! When both my grandparents died, everyone in the family just continued on, business as usual. No funeral. No service. Just poof. It was just so weird.
And it carries on. I can’t cry in front of family at all. If I do, they all immediately think I’m having a nervous breakdown. They want me to stop. No, don’t DO that.
I don’t know what they do with all that stuff.
So I go out to the barn. My horses don’t mind.
😉
Good question Kim: What DO they DO with all that stuff??????? I think it turns into doody.
Sorry LOL couldn’t help myself 🙂 🙂
Oh, I SO agree as well! I have friends who are horrified when I immerse myself in nasty goo, allowing myself to feel it.
But I do it. Over and over again.
Years ago, I took a weekend long class from a shaman from Ecuador – he told us to feel everything. He said Americans in particular are not good at it.
He said, “Feel your food. Feel the air. Feel what you’re feeling.”
Thanks for the goo validation, Kim 🙂
Yeah I agree. Americans are awfully stuffed up and busy putting on a happy face no matter what happens. I remember when my mother died, you’d think a time when feelings would be allowed. Nope! I was surrounded by rabid smilers. Yes everyone grieves in their way but… no one, absolutely no one there (I felt) was really… present.
I do! A million times over. It’s got so much to do, you know. Give, take, regulate. If it’s not, if we’re not resilient, how can we make the muscle stronger? There’s no way. I also agree with you. The best in life comes from three places: tears, sweat or the ocean. The only way to it is to feel through it.
very poetic, EW! Tears, sweat, ocean: very Mars in Cancer 😉