Last night around the time of the new moon in the water sign of Cancer, the skies opened up and gave us rain. I hope that you, too, are blessed with water if you need it. We do.
Now is when to sow seeds. Garden seeds, word seeds, hope seeds, and dream seeds. Cancer is the most fertile sign of all, moist and fruitful.
Cancer makes us want to nest. The garden feels like my rightful place, my outside nest.
I've been tying feathers onto branches. I'm not really sure how this came about, but I'm thinking about what kinds of seeds I want to plant while I wrap and tie them. They are little feather prayer flags and when the cotton threads give way, the feathers will return to their rightful place . . .
. . . wings on air.