I wrote todays post in bed last night. Then I deleted it. Then I wrote it again this morning. Then I deleted it.
I had a post that I needed to write for a link up in and anyways, so I wrote that instead. Then, this morning I deleted that too, before heavily editing and re-posting. If you’re interested, it’s about why I write, and it’s over at and anyways.
Yesterday was weird, not in a good way, but also not in a bad way…just weird…and to go into the reasons why felt a little too much like over-sharing. Let’s just say that Jupiter luck and opportunity can be found in the most seemingly unlucky of circumstances… and, despite getting a rejection from a publisher last night, I’m actually also feeling like I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
I guess that’s what you get when Saturn is stationing trine your Ascendant and Jupiter is trine your Saturn- a great big, count your blessings and pull your big girl pants on dose of reality.
Anyways, Venus in now in Cancer- which is possibly why I decided against the level of sharing I’d originally blurted out, and also why I’m feeling like (as do so many people at the moment) like I want to wrap my baby (and my fiction baby) up in cotton wool and keep her safe from the world (the real baby) and criticism (the fiction baby).
The other night on Masterchef, the contestants had to prepare a meal that brought to life, through more senses than taste, a memory.
One of the most emotionally controlled of the contestants, Emilia, had a meltdown. People are always melting down on Masterchef, but Emilia isn’t one of them- which is why it was such an important thing for her to do.
The dish she was making- a rather complicated dessert involving lots of layers and textures and scents of apple- had taken her back to her grandmother. And that day was the second anniversary of her grandmother’s passing. Food can do that. It was a very Cancer moment.
Cancer, as we know, is nourishing and feminine. Cancer’s Venusian archetype is the apple pie Mum, or Mom (as they say in the US). Venus is about what makes us feel good, and when Venus is in Cancer, having a warm, full tummy will do the trick when a little nurturing (or self-nurturing) is required.
Now, before you all write to me, I know that there are some Cancer Venus types out there who don’t cook- and some who don’t comfort eat, even. My Nan was one of them- I don’t think I ever saw her cook anything that didn’t involve a can opener. Having said that, I don’t think I ever saw her eat anything either- there’s an astrological reason for that too…it involves Saturn…but I digress. Nan was, however, the ultimate nurturer- family was everything. She fed others- just not herself.
All other things being equal, Venus in Cancer needs to nurture something or someone in order to feel good about herself. This might be a child, a business, a protégée, a furry baby, a website…something.
Likewise family- it’s important… but it just may not be your birth family that you regard as being your family.
What about Venus and relationships? I’m glad you asked…here’s the link to one I prepared earlier.
And the title song? Tie It Up by Kelly Clarkson…