I was born on June 21, which is the longest day of the year, and (more often than not) the Summer Solstice. It also happens to be the cusp between the astrological signs Gemini and Cancer. This has created a weird dichotomy my entire life. When I'm at home, the Gemini in me wants to be out and about. But when I'm out, the Cancer in me can't wait to get home! Needless to say, this confusion has made me a little bit lost. I find myself torn between worlds. Wanting to be gregarious but too shy too do anything about it. And wondering if being on the cusp makes me a twin Crab (double the shyness!) or just crabby Twins (at each others' throats!). Or maybe all of the above. It's affected relationships, my identity, everything. Who am I? And, how can I make this dichotomy work in my favor instead of making me so darn confused all the time?
I googled the Gemini/Cancer cusp to get a little insight into myself. Here is what I found:
As with all cusp people the Gemini/Cancer person has a personality governed by two conflicting elements--Air and Water.
These people not only have the flighty;energetic tones of Gemini but also the deep feeling of Cancer.
They are often categorized as inspired people.
They have a highly devotional streak towards their loved ones.
These people must learn to keep their eye on the goal and resist the urge to drift.
They must try not to repress their feelings.
Well, that's me in a nutshell. So conflicted. I definitely find myself drifting these days. I hope I can find myself again soon :)
I am born on 20. June. I am very confused. I feel the need to understand my life. But it is very difficult. I have so many questions and no answers.
ReplyDeleteI'm a Gemican, too. I agree, no answers. But some beautiful images. Here's a poem that, for me, speaks to the questions and the longing. It's by Dylan Thomas:
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Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labor by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
im also a solstice baby, june 21st = more birthday sun to play frisbee!!! gemican aka the magic cusp
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