A small altar on a kitchen shelf, the candle lit on the days the body asked. Cancer sets the tone of your twelfth house, the hidden rooms carry lineage: ancestral presence, grief held tenderly, contemplation that runs through the same memory the cooking does. Dissolution is tidal. Trouble shows up when letting the porousness flood the daylight rooms. Build a shoreline. Take witnesses to the longer descents. Your relationship to the interior life is most alive when the softness has a kitchen to return to. What this carries is a real ocean of inheritance. Let it nourish the body that holds it.
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