Cancer (Jun 21-Jul 22): In her poem “the gravitational pull of the impossible,” Marty McConnell defines entropy as nobody gets what they want. for the universe to be born,/ six quazillion stars had to die. most nights,/ even the impossible are alone. I am thinking about the entropy in your stars as a disorder in your system. Or, rather, I am thinking that you have spent too many nights trying to organize chaos and give it a name, or a place to sleep. There are wild things, wild energies, that we can’t take care of. Neither can we tame them gently with our love. Sometimes, the best we can do is raise our hands up over our heads and let the whirlwind take us, even if that means going at it alone, even if we don’t get what we think we want. Inside surrender, there are gifts we never anticipated. Claim yours.