Gibbous Moon in Cancer: Feeling

Tomorrow morning we enter the Gibbous phase with the Moon in early Cancer and the Sun newly arrived in Pisces.

The Sun shifts into the sign of mutable Water overnight, bringing a noticeable shift in mood and focus. Where Aquarius is logic, clarity, organization, and singularity, Pisces is feeling, holding multiple perspectives, a fluid approach to reality, and an essential commitment to plurality.

The strong presence in Aquarius remains, with Pluto, Venus, Mars, and Mercury thinking, planning, and sorting out core values. Yet the Sun now offers a different view of what might seem like a different world.

The Gibbous phase brings us face to face with something we need to see before the Full Moon. This is often a challenge, a gatekeeper, a hurdle to be cleared. This time, the ‘ask’ is a gentle one: Remember feelings.

The Moon is really out of bounds in Cancer right now, and likely to be very emotional indeed. And caring. This Moon is caring.

As the Sun steps into Aquarius, the Moon will be there, waiting in the first degree to welcome the Sun and show them around the place.

At this Gibbous Moon, we might find we’re feeling emotional in intense and unpredictable ways. Treat this not as a problem but as an essential: If we want to create the new realities that Aquarius offers us, we cannot forget our physical and emotional needs.

In the heady mind balances Aquarius can create, logic is emphasized. Yet we cannot remember anything we don’t have feelings about. Emotion is the tether that anchors knowledge and experience into our lives.

The Gibbous Moon wants a poem (this poem) by ee cummings. After all, feeling IS first.

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since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis

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