“When I grow up,” writes Ramona McNabb, “I want to be a river.” In the coming year, that would be a worthy aspiration for you as well, Cancerian. You’d generate a flood of benefits, some unexpected, by cultivating your ability to be perfectly yourself as you flow ever onward in rhythm with the sky and earth, unimpeded by the fluctuations of light and darkness, and in love with the ceaseless movement of your own strong currents.

Now that’s what I’m talking about.