Musings on the Cancer Full Moon

Happy last full moon of 2020 everyone! We started the year with a full moon in cancer, what a gorgeous way to end it :)

I wrote my first moon musing for that first cancer full moon back in Jan 2020, and I can't tell you how special it has been to have you all come along for the journey as I change, shape-shift and evolve my writings - just as the moon would have it. Don't tell her to remain static! ;) So thank you from the most tender parts of myself for being part of this journey :)))

Now curl up and read the tender words of this most gorgeous full moon.
Xx Faye

Dearest one,

Its been a year, that much I've gathered.
So let me hold you through my words. Hold you as you let yourself feel it all.
Fully. Completely.

You do not have to be strong for anyone else, put on a brave face or keep your true emotions at bay. No, no longer. This is your time to let go. To unravel.

Tell me everything you've been locking away because it has felt too much. Tell me how you feel when you look back at this year. This world. Your life. I am not going anywhere. I am holding you close, listening deeply until you say 'enough.' Until your heart has been heard.
Fully. Completely.

I've often laughed at how misconstrued some words get in your world - sensitivity being one.
I've even heard it referred to as a curse! As if being so in tune, so receptive, so responsive to another is a bad thing.
Leaving those sensitive parts of yourself to feel as if they have to hide away, retreat back because they are 'too much' for others.
For even yourself to feel.

But isn't sensitivity at its core an awareness of one's surroundings? A receptivity to the world? An innate ability to respond?

The magnificent ocean is no different than you in her gorgeous sensitivity. All the power of the ocean, the sheer force of her, the sheer magnitude of what she is capable of - this is because of her sensitivity. Her responsiveness to me.

She remains sensitive to my fluctuating light, my phases. Her tides dancing alongside me.
She ebbs and flows, surging and receding no different than the tides of feelings within you.
Calm and stable in moments, others reaching full peaks in intensity. And yet still others frothing, foaming from the rawness of those surges, and the inevitable wake left behind.
All responses. All innate sensitivities to her surroundings.

Did you think you were separate? :)

Your sensitivities, the tender spots of what make you, you, are your greatest treasures. They are what separate you from machines. From those who act like machines. Those that would trample a field of wildflowers without seeing, let alone caring about what lies beneath them.

But you... you feel the world. You feel the joy of a child's laugh, the pain of a stranger's heartbreak. You ache for the world. You rejoice for the world.

To feel vulnerable and to allow yourself to be seen in that, well, there is no greater strength, no more powerful force than that.
You can shape futures, carve new landscapes from that force. Just as the ocean does with her tides.

In being seen in your sensitivity, your vulnerabilities, you can return a strength, a source of deep feminine wisdom and power that has been overlooked for far too long.

So let me hold you while you allow the feelings within to be soothed by my full light. Rest your head upon my breast as you allow yourself to be nurtured in the ways you've always needed to be. Expose your vulnerabilities and be held in them. Seen for them. Accepted for them.

Feel me hold you in all your glorious tenderness. In all your stunning sensitivity. It is that sensitivity that gives me hope for your world's future. It has been dormant too long but is awaking from its slumber.

Let it be seen. Let it be heard. Let it be felt.
Deeply. Fully. Completely.

Love always,
The Cancer Full Moon