IMeaning
When the Moon comes home
The Moon in her own house. Memory rises like a tide.
Every planet has a sign it rules, and the Moon's is Cancer. Here she is not borrowing anyone's language. Cardinal water is the tide that moves first and asks later, and the feelings that rise under this Moon are frequently older than the situation that triggered them: a tone of voice at work that lands as a childhood kitchen, a small rejection that arrives as the whole history of being unwanted. This is not a malfunction. The Moon in her domicile brings the archive up to the surface because the surface is where it can finally be read.
The gnostics called the faculty that does this reading anamnesis, un-forgetting. Cancer Moon is anamnesis with a body: you remember through the stomach, the throat, the sudden need to be home. The shell the crab carries is the sign's other teaching — protection is legitimate, and protection that never opens becomes a tomb. The transit shows you which one you are living in.
The Moon crosses Al-Nathrah, the gap, then Al-Tarf, the glance, then reaches Al-Jabhah, the forehead of the Lion — from the softest mansion in the wheel toward one of the most exposed. That movement, inward then outward, is the whole arc of a Cancer transit done well.