CANCER NEW MOON

The Cancer New Moon stirs the waters of our womb– the space where our consciousness flows from dreams into birth. The tough outer shell of the crab protects the intuitive, tender, softness of the mother, who gives everything to shield the innocent. Her children, her garden, her sacred inner landscape. 

I felt the waters of the Cancer new moon begin to initiate me days ago, where I felt the pull to bring my daughter to my mother. We drove to her home, where my grandmother also lives, and our matriline reunited. The hot tub invited us into her warm water, to bathe and talk and play, as women do. Together, we represented the pain of abandonment, betrayal, embarrassment, and destitution: the wounded feminine collective, toiling to survive, without the support of our masculine counterparts. My grandmother and mother had both been left by their husbands, to work and provide for their children, while also nurturing and tending to their homes. Somehow, I’d found myself in the same situation– a divorced mother with two children, disappointed by the lack of support I needed to truly flourish, yet strong enough to do it all on my own. 

As I sat across my mother in the tub, with my daughter swimming back and forth between us, I shared that my hearing had finally returned to my left ear after a clog had dislodged itself in the shower the other day. My mother shared that she had a dream of the same thing happening to her. And then we connected that my grandmother had also suffered ailments specifically to her left side– deafness in her left ear and an amputated left leg. The left side is the side of the Feminine, and our lineage had been blocked for generations. 

We stayed soaking in the tub, a metaphorical womb, and I knew that we were not just ending old patterns… we were sitting in council and deciding the terms of our rebirth. 

The next day, I set off on an adventure with my new beloved. My divine counterpart, who had invited me to a festival at the Gorge Amphitheatre– a womb in its own right. Under the light of the Summer Solstice, we came together to receive the codes of our shared mission– to heal and uplift our Mother Gaia. We received the messages with reverence, and we merged in hieros gamos– sacred marriage of the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine. 

Now as peak sun meets the black moon, we emerge into a new beginning– the dawn of the Golden Age, where the inverted structures of the patriarchy are corrected and the natural order is restored. We leave behind the stories of abandoned mothers and absent fathers, lost children and broken families. And we celebrate that the Feminine has reclaimed her worth, Gaia is risen, and the Masculine is here to stay and provide for her and protect her.

The New Earth is risen, let us celebrate under the 5D frequency. Let us create the New Way. 

And so it is.