New Moon in Cancer: A Return to the Waters Within

Today the New Moon returns to us in the sign of Cancer, a deeply archetypal water sign that draws us into the nurturing energy of Home, the archetype of the Mother, and the deep emotional body that often lies just beneath our surface.

There has been a quiet irony in this moon for me. I've been under the weather this week, a dry throat, head cold… nothing dramatic, but just enough to pause, cancel a few massage appointments, and turn my attention inward to tend my own body.

This morning, despite resistance, I wrapped up warm and walked a familiar wayside path here on the Isle of Sheppey, down to the local garden centre.

The garden centre is one of my favourite places. Just to wander among the plants is deeply nourishing. Since The Temple Room opened last autumn, I’ve spent many hours here, gently transforming what was once a black-plastic-covered plot into a sacred healing garden - a place for herbs, fruits, medicine, and beauty. A garden to nourish me, my family, and those who come to the Temple Room for ceremony, rest, and restoration.

Today I followed instinct, not a plan.

• Echinacea called to me. A garden reflection of the very supplement I’m taking.

• Allium millenium, a protective ally with her stately globe-shaped blooms, offered herself.

• Cimicifuga ( Black Cohosh), beloved by menopausal women for her cooling presence.

  
  

I am not a clinical herbalist. But I have tended my own kitchen garden alchemy for many moons now.

I source my supplements carefully and study the research, yes - but more than that, I sit with the plants.

I talk to them. I thank them. I listen. I love them. And in this way, I enter into a right relationship with the spirit of the plant. The healing that follows is not just physical. It is soul-deep.

When I returned home, I gently placed my new companions into the soil. I thanked them for their life force. I stood back and then went to fill the watering cans, I was stoped in my tracks , stood and just smiled as the rain began to fall. Perfect.

To me, plants are not just plants.They are allies. Sacred companions. Reminders of resilience, of cyclical wisdom, of the quiet power of the feminine. What medicine grows in your sacred spaces ?