July presents as a heartfelt transition into the glowing coals of the full Summer season.
We see the Sun sitting in Cancer for most of the month, finishing up in the sign of Leo, which gives us a burst of bold courage for getting social and burning down false modesties.
What modesty of yours is written on a metaphorical matchstick waiting to be set ablaze with the Fire of the season? What self-limiting pattern is ready to burn?
