All the Water signs, Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces, are sleepy in some respect, exhausted, fluid overloaded and breathing underwater. This is saturation, drenching in celestial liquid, the nourishment of god and the sea of collective soul seasons. And really they are romantic in the sense they need an anchor to steady their rocking dreamboat to sleep. The rising and falling of a chest beside them is a Water sign lullaby, and they turn their torrential emotions into ravishing artwork, poetry and melody. Water individuals have a leaky etheric body, and unconsciously soak up any frequency in circulation. They frequently withdraw into solitude and sleep for days in sheer exhaustion. The rush, flux, noise and suffering of the world creeps under their skin and floods their bodies with an inexplicable heaviness.
"I loved a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairytale."
Big Fish (2003) dir. Tim Burton
Manfred and the Alpine Witch
Watercolour, 388 x 558 mm
Whitworth Art Gallery, Manchester
So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.