Today, on the home-oriented Cancer New Moon, I took the bus to a neighborhood where I used to live for five years, a neighborhood where my dear friends Kim and Russ just moved. I went to visit Kim at their new house, which I adored, realizing in the moment that it felt like the type of home I would love to have one day not too far away.
She fed me lunch (which is always a delight given she is a heartfelt wizard with food), including plums from the tree in the front yard. I offered her astrological insights, she read my tarot cards, and we ate and chatted, nestled under the covered porch. We talked about home, our aspirations, our families, and the variety of other topics dear friends often cover when they gather. She sent me home with a bag of plums, some homemade plum jam, and a gathering of lavender.
And as if the day could not be more reflective of the Cancer New Moon, while I waited for the bus I saw this poem that was hanging at the bus stop. It felt like #CancerNewMoonKismet so I snapped a photo so I could share with you, thinking that perhaps these words may somehow move or inspire you to further connect with your relationship with home, and what it means to you.