Between Holding On & Letting Go

A Pisces New Moon Reflection on Home, Change & Surrender

There’s a kind of vertigo in this moment—a dizziness, a weightlessness, like the ground itself is slipping out from under me. The past tugs at my spine, whispering of roots, of lineage, of places that should feel like home. But the future is calling too, loud and insistent, telling me I can’t stay tethered to anything that keeps me from moving lightly, from slipping through the cracks of what was into what will be.

This New Moon in Pisces, this vast flood of water in my Fourth House, is drowning the definition of home I once held close. I reach for something solid, but my hands close around mist. I try to plant my feet, but the ground turns to liquid. Home is dissolving.

A part of me wants to fight this. Wants to resist the pull, to build something sturdy, to stake my claim in the soil that once belonged to my ancestors. I imagine staying, growing deep roots in a place that remembers me, that I remember too. I can almost see it—a house, a life, a version of me that stays. But even as I …