The first full moon of 2012 is here, and it’s in sensitive, heart-centered Cancer. Since this zodiac sign is naturally ruled by the moon, it’s a super-powered date that will bring out our highest, most intuitive selves—along with a whole range of emotions. Consider this a holiday hangover of all the fuzzy family vibes, and catch up with your clan if you didn’t get enough bonding time in last month. Open your heart to other people everywhere you go. The “power of love” is no joke, so make compassion your engine. We once heard Dr. Christiane Northrup say that the electromagnetic field of the heart can expand up to eight feet outside of the body. Pretty cool!

I’m not the type to cut people off. Yes, relationships grow apart. Sacred contracts end. But I don’t ditch you if you piss me off or hurt my feelings. I initiate open communication. I tell you I’m hurt. But I don’t build the Great Wall of China between us or block your phone calls.

I’m not suggesting that every relationship should be mended. Some are probably better left torn apart. But if you - like me - feel saddened by someone who has cut you out of their life, then you’ll get where I’m coming from. This letter is for anyone who disagrees with how I live my life enough to cut me out. (You know who you are.) And it’s for anyone else who doesn’t like how you live your life too. Feel free to pass it on. . . 

I’m not sure what’s up, but I’ve been surrounded by women having affairs lately. I thought it might be just me. After all, I’m an OB/GYN, so I tend to attract women who are suddenly freaking out about the chlamydia they just contracted from their lover -- the one their husband doesn’t know about.

But then I read my friend Pamela Madsen’s fabulous book Shameless: How I Ditched The Diet, Got Naked, Found True Pleasure, and Somehow Got Home In Time To Cook Dinner, and she wrote about how all her friends were having midlife affairs, and it got me thinking.

How many of us are cheating?

And why is this happening?

Letting it in

It came through me like a powerful wind.  I looked down at my hands and noticed I was no longer in complete control.  Certainly I was allowing it to happen.  But the words were writing themselves.  Whatever was coming out was now flowing through me, not from me.  I felt that if I paused, this wave of inspiration would be gone forever.  I raced to keep up with it.