“Your empathy is political. Who gets a seat at your table?”
Jupiter is retrograde in your sign and it’s giving “therapist whose boundaries are tragic but whose snacks are divine.” The world feels shaky—Monday’s headlines are more whiplash than “Heated Rivalry” plot twists. You’re tired of seeing the Alex Pretti story become a political football, so channel your inner Sappho: compassion, but with claws. Your home is your castle (and possibly your protest headquarters). The Moon in Taurus is squaring all the Aquarius action so you’re torn between “burn it all down” and “bake banana bread for the revolution.” Here’s a cosmic secret: Found family isn’t just a meme, it’s your survival kit. Screenshot this: “Caring is resistance, and a casserole is a love letter.” The drama is exhausting, but you know how to keep people fed—emotionally and literally. When everything feels performative, you remain real.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Cancer. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
