Venus enters Cancer, today, August 7, 2020 — the domicile of the Moon, but also a vespertine, peeled raw corner of our charts that has been recently traversed by the light and swift winged feet of Mercury, over and over, forwards and backwards and then forward again (not to mention that Venus, too, has had an extended four-month stay in Gemini this year).
Perhaps there are still craters there where memories have been uprooted and dug out of the soil, leaving us feeling exposed and maybe a little fazed, too. Or at least, that’s how it feels for me. And I know that deep within I’m hoping for Venus to pour from her cornucopia of sweetness and fill up every single one of them, and perhaps she will. Perhaps she will bring comfort and teach us how to replenish our cups, too. To smooth things over, using the voice and the words we have found thanks to Mercury’s erratic movements to articulate the many ways in which we’re vulnerable, thus restoring trust and care.
And perhaps that of recreating our safe space will become our struggle, for a while. Because the path of Venus in Cancer isn’t cleared — throughout her transit, she will find herself challenged by the scorching ray of Mars in Aries, and the towering monoliths of Jupiter, Saturn and Pluto in Capricorn. They will require tributes. They will strip away. As Venus enters Cancer, are we ready to give up what weighs us down without adding up on our way home? Question or at least acknowledge the connections we use as placeholders to fill ancestral voids? The plaques from our armour that we shield ourselves with, even when it would be safer, and healthier, to open up? Confront our attachment style and the way it subjugates us, binding us to (co-)dependency? Our triggers? Our unspoken needs that become demands while resentment festers?
Will we use that newfound voice like a freeing spell that tears down the walls we’ve built and invoke the nourishment we need in order to grow?
Painting: Innocence, by William-Adolphe Bouguereau (detail).