So January is here and we are further down the line. There is a Need for simplicity and allowing your white knuckled fists back into the form of hands, needed for giving and receiving. I want to say 'relax' but realise that word does not fit into this craziness at the moment, however, fast forward to a place in time and we will have arrived somewhere, washed up somewhere, somewhere warm out of the harsh cold of the rapids. It is there that we can lie and rest, and relax. But bring the vision with you, tucked in the pocket of your all-terrain energy hazmat suit, and remember that much of the identity you have been 'equipped with', built up, and reinforced over the years, gets lost on the frantic journey, which means you have less to carry. In Ang Stoic, I like his words for this full moon, a link to which is in a previous posting. "The Cancer Full Moon: The Body that Refuses to Keep Lying. And now, into this charged field, the Moon rises full in Cancer. If Capricorn depicts the climb, Cancer is why you started climbing in the first place. The origins from which you spawned. The root system that nourished you and helped you keep your footing so you could embark on your expedition. The safety you’re trying to secure. The people you want to protect, provide for, belong to. Cancer is the primordial ancestor who crawled out of the sea and onto the beach, the soft animal of your life, the part that unconsciously remembers you need rest, warmth, nourishment, emotional truth. It is the side of you, like mother, who could care little about social accomplishments and outer-world metrics. The side that only cares whether you’re okay. " And that is the part, when in the thick of it, WE need to be thicker-in liaison with. Michaela