Receipts, rainbows, and righteous boundaries: Virgo’s Sunday sermon.
Mercury in Cancer is hosting a poetry slam in your sixth house, but Saturn’s heckling from the peanut gallery. You’re feeling all the feelings, but with a fact-checker’s clipboard. The world’s obsessed with spies, but you’re more interested in who didn’t get tagged in the council’s Pride Ball photos. This waning gibbous Moon is a cosmic Marie Kondo moment: declutter your to-do list, then re-sort your emotional inbox (spam folder: regrets). Virgo, today’s wisdom: “It’s not paranoia if you’re the one with the receipts.” Venus-Jupiter in Cancer is pure “chosen family potluck,” but remember: you don’t have to bring the gluten-free option just because someone might ask. Sometimes, the most subversive thing you can do is set a boundary and take a nap.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Virgo. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
