A gentle configuration of double water, this, in which the Moon is gaining in strength and as the child in the flesh, the waxing crescent. Between my double-Pisces twin brothers and this one, the Pisces Sun and Cancer Moon, who was my childhood best friend, I was imbued on all sides by the force and muffling protection of water, absorbing the footfalls of those we would rather not see, wrapping us up in our own world, like the caul. Pisces of course is the last sign of the zodiac which takes in the hard edges that have formed like jutting bones to mark the ascents and descents of a person, the effect of weathering the world, and assuages that in gentleness, toward an unimpassioned release. I have read conflicting reports between Cancer and Pisces about what bodies of water these signs rule. I have heard one known astrologer write that Cancer has to do with the oceans, being most deeply tied to the Moon who pulls the tides, and Pisces with the deep lakes, however I am inclined to feel the opposite, that Pisces, the oceans, is our last sojourn, our deepest returning, and the shored up lakes who reflect the Moon so singularly are our earliest and more possessive attachments where the water is more still. However, the disagreement between the two does not much matter here as this person internalizes them both, the ocean which envelops the whole world, and the lakes that form in earth’s craters like livid eyes, to reflect that changeable moon, and our deepest desires back to us. A life of holding deep and releasing unconsciously, of delicious cycles and fervent emotionally driven roles. The Moon in Cancer is in its dominion so the person will have the strong traits of a Cancer person, like the crab, prickly and shy, fiercely solitary and yet loyal, tending to care for what is most loved and revered and letting the superficial slide away like rain upon glass. The Pisces Sun is a fertile medium for the inner force and languid attention of a Cancer Moon. My childhood friend was a lover of all the roles that children might play, easy at anybody’s house, and easy at her home, smiling and laughing, and becoming angry and then happy again without any brooding about it. Sometimes a Cancer Moon is known for its brooding, for the emotional nature being so deep, feelings once felt are not so easily released. The person crawls back into themselves for a while and touches base, touches self-nourishment, before integrating or releasing. The Pisces Sun however hurries this process along. The Moon after all is our feeling body, and we cannot help but carry that around and tend to that, but the Sun is our ethos, our principles, and our main force—so it drives the day, and the Cancer Moon in this person is hurried back to his or her sunny place of play, to welcomeness, and activity; the wise results of letting go. A person of movement, of such accessible feeling, of deep embodiment; she or he flows. The child I knew grew up to possess wide eyes, hair like seaweed, and became a mother at twenty-one years old. Cancer ruling over our matrilineal lines, this is no surprise, but if biological mothering isn’t one’s preference, then nurturing in other ways can be favored, nurturing the soul through the arts, through service, through teaching, through spiritual devotion. This person is adept and devout, loyal to their core, and, though sensitive to judgement and perhaps quick to judge, is just as easy with considering the other side. This person in a sense combines in one body the sensitivity of the child with the hushing hand of the elder. The child in them is close to their very fingertips in this life, is the first response, but Pisces represents beginnings in the endings, and the person gently becomes wise in spaces of reflection and stepping back, though that initial reaction may always be childish. Perhaps languid, slow, yet flickering in their faces a mischievous smile, ripe for being brought out, the Pisces-Cancer honors his or her attachments, even while life asks this person to let them go. Such is the grand, teaching tragedy that life prepares, that has been worked into the very origin of the attachment since the beginning. This person knows it as much as they do not know it. He or she will speak the obvious and leave the heft of it silent. Much must be inferred between the lines with this soul. But they tend to draw people to them who do not need to ask these questions, who understand that the answer from a seer anyway is always in riddles.