What a month June has been?! It has been filled with family; from kid's activities to my brother's wedding, love and connection have been the theme. This is all fitting seeing as summer solstice here marked the beginning of Cancer season, and Cancer rules family and the home.
This full moon is occurring in Capricorn the archetypal stern father of the zodiac. We are all feeling the push and pull between the sun in Cancer (home, feeling, sensitivity, healing, self-care over martyrdom) and the moon in Capricorn (structure, work, hard-won lessons, wisdom, discipline, stern compassion over criticism). We have four planetary bodies all in retrograde motion, urging us to go deep within and take time to reflect on our journey. They include: Saturn in Capricorn, Mars in Aquarius, Jupiter in Scorpio, Neptune in Pisces. We are also entering the eclipse window, this is a potent time to gain perspective on what has unfolded for us individually and collectively over the past six months, and even the past year.
The meeting of the sun and moon here has brought my own family legacy front and center, the strength of the women in my lineage is often at the forefront of my thoughts. My late paternal grandma, who celebrated 100 years last July, was a Cancer. She was a woman who embodied fierce femininity. She was ahead of her time and there wasn't anything she felt she couldn't do, which included bowling on the Nintendo Wii well into her 90s. Her family and the legacy created through the generations that followed her was her greatest source of pride. She didn't actually marry my grandfather until her mid 30s, which was uncommon back in the 1950s. She was outspoken, determined, and a masterful creatrix.
My maternal grandma has always been crafty. I have numerous blankets she knitted and crocheted for me over the years. As she recently downsized from her four bedroom house into a condo, I was fortunate to receive some of her original macrame. Everything that was once old is now new again, and it feels extra special to have one of her original creations housing an aloe plant in my living room. Grandma has lived a hard life, through crippling poverty through the dirty 30s and 40s, to leaving an abusive marriage, successfully completing her grade 12, to meeting and marrying her soul mate, and undergoing three open heart surgeries. She has shown me that the excitement of young love can be maintained throughout years of marriage with my wonderful grandpa. Her connection to my boys is exceptionally special and I feel blessed to witness their love and admiration for one another.
My own mother was the first female projectionist, she worked in the male dominated film industry and was a true pioneer. Her career became obsolete with film being phased out as digital took over. Her love of classical movies and old Hollywood has instilled a great appreciation of art and beauty in myself and my siblings. I can only imagine the pressures my mother faced in her career as the only female in her field, juggling motherhood and work, and beating cancer three times. She has truly paved the way for us younger generations. As a working mother to 5 children, all born within 7 years I cannot fathom how she did it all, and we always had elaborate themed homemade birthday cakes. Often times we would get to go see a movie with our friends for our birthday, which gained us points with the cool kids. My mother is a true visionary, one who can love and see the beauty in anything that has been neglected. She was a foster parent for years, has transformed their grand historical farm house into a beautiful home even amongst the ongoing renovations, and constantly has new ideas for how to make our world increasingly beautiful. She is a true high priestess of the beauty way, working tirelessly to fulfill her vision.
This time of year makes me sentimental, it stirs up memories of childhood, of how fortunate I have been to have such strong women in my life. It provides immense perspective and gratitude. I was overcome with emotion as my brother looked over at my parents during his speech at this wedding. With immense love and gratitude he told them that it was because of their values and all they instilled in him, that he was able to marry the woman of his dreams. I still can't speak about it without crying. His statement is the legacy I can only hope to achieve with my boys. If I can accomplish a shred of that for them, I will be complete.
Here's the mantra for this full moon:
Honoring and appreciating
Those who have gone before me,
Imparts perspective and fuels the momentum
To walk forward with hope, gratitude, and love.
Thus allowing me to carry out my own legacy,
And heal ancestral wounds
For future generations.