Georgia O’Keeffe “Music Pink and Blue No. 1”

June 20 - July 22,  2021

Cancer season, and the livin’ is easy. We are travelling with the Sun, through the solstitial gateway, and entering the dog days of summer. Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high. This place offers us a bounty for the senses: it is a land of milk and honey, with fruits of the sea, tea and sympathy, soul food, Watermelon Sugar highs, Strawberry Wine, and Lemonade. It feels like melanin and motherland. It sounds like moody blues and unchained melodies. And it smells like sunscreen and salty air. 

When the Sun enters the Moon’s sign, you take your shoes off at the door. You respect your elders and salute their household gods; learn their rules (and their recipes), and respect their privacy. You can also turn on some music, get cozy, and breathe a long sigh of relief, as you are in good and loving hands. With the Golden God leading the way, keep following the yellow brick road, ‘cause there’s no place like home. 

Under the Crab’s auspices, we are tenderhearted and (but for our meager shells) thin-skinned. We are also creative and imaginative. Our receptivity ebbs and flows, waxes and wanes. In the realm of emotions, Cancerians hold it down for the rest of the zodiac, with the lap, the bosom, the meal, or the empathetic ear always at the ready. They are the guardians of their tribe: the memory-keepers, caregivers, historians and healers. The founders and foremothers. Who keeps your flame? Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? Most likely a Cancer. The world can be a cruel and unsafe place, but these lunar souls make it a little less so. So hush, little baby, don’t you cry…