Today the Moon stands at nine degrees of Cancer, in her watery throne, waning, under the Venusian bound. She returns home after a turbulent lunation: it began in Virgo with the labour of service, then reached its peak in Pisces under a total lunar eclipse. The ruler of that eclipse was Jupiter, himself exalted in Cancer, now awaiting his union with the Moon. The sky speaks of laceration and restitution, excess dissolved and nourishment slowly distilled.
The Tarot drawing of today stunningly confirmed this atmosphere with the Four of Cups, the very representation of the Moon in Cancer. Vessels stand full, but the hand resists touching them. It is the image of saturation, of the soul that has already received too much and must pause before drinking again. Abundance is present, but only in potential, awaiting integration.
Astrologically, the Moon walks almost alone, scarcely aspected, moving away from a square to Neptune retrograde in Aries. That separating tension is the echo of the eclipse: Piscean dissolution still clings, now transmuted into lunar melancholy. A Moon without witnesses deepens the silence, creating the sense of closed waters, a lagoon after the storm. This is Chesed in Briah, mercy within the world of Creation. But this mercy here is veiled: not the public outpouring of a king, but the quiet balm of a mother. Compassion becomes interior, hidden, protective.
The image completes itself: a convalescent Moon, marked by eclipse, withdrawing into her shell. Tomorrow she meets Jupiter in her throne, and the union will whisper reconciliation. The Four of Cups seals the message: the cup is present, but the time to drink has not yet come. Within the closed shell, the excess ripens into a pearl.
Fiat Lux.