Its waterworld is littered with all the feels. It is hamstrung by tsunamis of emotion or drowning in their overwhelming impact. It is pass agg snarking or guilting. It delivers simpering attack as defence. It is polluted with poor me's and swamped in its own hopelessness. There is no land in sight and no rubber ring to grab hold of. This is the dark arse end before the dawn.

This final degree of Cancer was where our new moon was reborn, just over a day ago. It still sits opposite stern old Saturn in Capricorn, emphasising limitation and restriction. And today it is all lit up by the sun as he crosses its heaving straits to get to the promised land of Leo.

For years now our wise cosmos has been repeatedly chucking us in this deep end - via eclipses and retrogrades, squares and oppositions - in the hope we will learn how to swim. That we will see this vast ocean is ours to navigate and explore. That we are its changing conditions and weather, its glassy surface and all of its perfect storms. That whilst we can be taught how to swim, we have to actually do the swimming ourselves. And that this ocean of our emotions are the whole inside, too long traded for the outside world.

No feeling is final, that much is true. But they do feel eternal if you keep ignoring them, reframing them, thinking them through or blaming them on others. How you feel is an intelligence. Becoming emotionally fluent in your own language is a superpower.

So today, as your patience and every last nerve gets tested once more, avoid the crabby net that threatens to drown you.

This is the holy trinity.

Boundaries you can see from space

(No is a complete sentence)

Holding your own counsel / keeping thy shit to thyself

(Public waving of entrails never recommended)

Kindness to everyone - including you - fighting a battle no one else can see

(It's magic)

Not long now, darklings.

Words c. Kerrie Basha 2020