Taurus and Cancer
I will tell you where they are .… they are already in their home under the ground, a very delightful residence …
Cancerian Crabs love their mothers, their homes, money, babies and food. Taurean Bulls love money, their homes and mothers, food and babies. You can see these two Sun Signs are uncommonly alike, except for a few minor changes in the order of priorities.
One thing that becomes clear right away about both Crabs and Bulls, if you study astrology, is that they both want people to be nice to them. In fact, they desperately need people to be nice to them (though you might not guess it from the way these two behave, at times). The very nicest thing Cancer can do for Taurus is to cook up a big dinner (which they’ll both enjoy eating), then sit around and talk about how to make more money (which they’ll also both enjoy). The very nicest thing Taurus can do for Cancer is to buy an almanac to keep track of the waxing and waning periods of the Moon, and treat the Crab’s changing moods accordingly. Cancerians are ruled by the Moon, and therefore are constantly affected by its fickle, fluctuating influence.
Since the practical Bulls have too much common sense to let the Moon push them around, right away that makes Taurus sorry for Cancer, which will please the Crabs immensely. It’s not that they consciously seek pity, but they do like to know that people sympathize with their problems, instead of always accusing them of exaggerating life’s daily tragedies. How can you exaggerate a tragedy, for goodness sakes? A tragedy is a tragedy, like a rose is a rose is a rose. And Cancerians take their tragedies seriously.
They’re not only serious much of the time, they’re cautious too. As serious and as cautious as Crabs John D. Rockefeller, Nelson Rockefeller, Donald Rumsfeld and various other assorted rocks. They have depressed periods of black melancholy that would frighten Edgar Allan Poe’s Raven into flying right off the mantelpiece. Then they flash a funny, and their crazy Lunar humor has everyone giggling. Think Mel Brooks whose off-beat humor brought us zany comedies like Young Frankenstein and Robin Hood: Men in Tights. Or Robin Williams with his own brand of laser sharp verbal comedy. Both Cancerians. Also, the two of them have managed to pile up quite sizable green nest eggs through their Looney Bird antics, like proper Crabs. (Green for m-o-n-e-y.) Sometimes, Lunar people are silent and timid, and at other times they chatter your ear off. Like I said, they’re moody.
Despite their having so much in common, Taurus finds it difficult to understand the moods of the Crab. To the Bulls, it’s a waste of time and common sense to weep and moan about a situation. Taureans seldom weep or moan (although they occasionally moo) and they’re rarely moody. However, once Taurus men, women or children dig in their heels, and get set for a spell of the blues, rare as it may be, they’re not kidding around. They’re moping in earnest. When a Bull takes a notion to have a mood, you’d better know it’s a good, strong one, that’s going to last for months—even years. And it won’t be interrupted by silly fits of giggles.
Cancerian moods, on the other hand (is there a Libra in the room?), usually don’t last more than a few hours, a few days at the very most—and they cover a wide range of emotions, from tender humor to cranky criticism, from intelligent, vivacious conversation to trembling shyness. They switch from laughter to tears, from faith to cynicism, from bitterness to joy—and then they snap at you, What do you mean, I’m moody? You’re the one who’s impossible to get along with. (We won’t tell the Crabs that a preposition is a poor thing with which to end a sentence, or even to end a sentence with—until the next mood switch to sweet and submissive. Otherwise, we may be snapped at—I mean, they may snap at us.)
Because Cancerians are so sensitive, they’re aware of what’s going on inside of people, and are, therefore, usually compassionate. Yet, their sympathy may come and go, especially when they’re looking for sympathy themselves, which is frequently—and most especially if the sympathy entails a loan of money. Then the sympathy is much more likely to go than to come. Crabs think twice before they whip out their checkbooks. This is another area where Taureans and Cancerians have a great deal in common. The Bulls not only think twice before whipping out their checkbooks, they stop, pause, and think once again, just to be sure. However, both Sun Signs are truly generous to old people and to children. They’re just a little tough on everybody in between. If it will put a hot meal into a child’s tummy, or help a relative or loyal friend pay the mortgage on his or her home, Cancer and Taurus will relax their financial caution—or, when either of them have fallen in love. Romance warms their hearts and opens their pocketbooks miraculously.
The reason these two are slow about spending their money isn’t because either of them is stingy. They’re thinking of the future. There’s always a rainy day to save for, right? (I can visualize the Crabs and Bulls reading this, nodding their heads, and asking silently, almost desperately, Isn’t that right?)
Well, yes, astrologically, that’s right. There is always a rainy day to save for (for which to save). It’s guaranteed to arrive, when you want it that much. I’ve never yet met a Taurean or a Cancerian who saved for a rainy day and failed to see that rainy day arrive, right on schedule. There’s an ancient metaphysical truth, that warns: Be careful of what you want (or what you image) because you will get it. No doubt about that. None whatsoever. If you concentrate on saving for a rainy day, sooner or later you’ll get caught in a downpour. How about imaging love and happiness and security instead? That sort of wanting and imaging will manifest into reality just as surely, under the very same Universal Law.
Now about that secret worry all Cancerians and Taureans have that they’re going to end up in the poorhouse someday if they don’t take care of their assets—I have some fantastic good news for them. Are all you Crabs and Bulls who are reading this section paying close attention now? Okay. Here it is: They don’t have poorhouses anymore! Honest. They stopped building them years ago. Isn’t that great news? So you can all go out and buy the luxuries you’ve always wanted—pianos, stamps for your stamp collection, antiques, old coins, caviar, gold frames for your baby pictures, cameras and … … what’s that? Now you’re worried about all the people who are broke, and the poverty-stricken families have no place to go? Oh, good grief.
I suppose, to be fair, we Fire and Air Signs should take it a little easier on watery Cancer and earthy Taurus about their mutual tendency to worry. If it were not for the Cancerians, we’d never have had any CARE packages, or orphanages, or foundling homes, or lend-lease (the United States is a Cancerian country, you know). If it were not for Taurus, we’d never have any big empires, or huge industries that employ thousands of people, like the international business publication, Forbes (editor-in-chief Steve Forbes is a Bull)—no real estate companies (mostly Taurus) or banks (mostly Taurus or Cancer) or farms (mostly Taurus). Admittedly, the mutual Cancer-Taurus traits of care, caution, worry and conservatism keep all of us sane and secure. When you think of all the Cappies and Virgos (and some Scorps) they have helping them, it really makes you feel like going to St. Patrick’s Cathedral and lighting a candle in sheer gratitude for the way they protect the rest of us from our reckless follies and selfishness. (Or the church of your choice, of course. It’s just that not all places of worship offer the beeswax for the ritual, you know?) While we’re there, we may as well light another candle for Cancerian and Taurean humor. Humor, like cleanliness, is very definitely next to godliness. Humor on one side, cleanliness on the other, with godliness in the center—like a spiritual sandwich. (Although Crabs and Bulls prefer theirs with an extra helping of lettuce.)
Real humor stems from tragedy, which is why the serious-minded Crabs and Bulls are often so hilarious, especially when they team up as a couple in business, love, friendship—or within the family circle. During the lulls between their comedy routines, sometimes a Bull will show a stubborn streak, but the Cancerian will usually have a lot of patience with the Taurus pouting. The Crabs have so much experience with it themselves, you see.
Both of these Sun Signs like to eat, and they both love to cook, so there might be some difficulty keeping their diets under control when they spend a lot of time together. If you know a Taurus-Cancer combination, the best Christmas present you can give them is a copy of a book on nutrition. Like Mindful Eating, or a gift certificate, good for at least a year, from a health food restaurant. As for indulgence in the bubbly, Cancer is considerably more likely than Taurus to enjoy a sip of wine or stronger spirits, now and then. The Crab is also better equipped (as a Water Sign) to handle the sips. If the Cancerian tempts the Taurean into tasting the grape too often, there will be trouble. The Bull hates excess, and seldom messes around with it in any form, but when he slips, he does it the way he does everything else—on a grand scale. Taurus is better off at a milk bar, since he (or she) has what you might call an empathy with good old bossy.
Taurus and Cancer get along smoothly most of the time. Even when they don’t there’s not much noise, and seldom any explosive arguments. Both of them normally react to hurt or aggravation by slinking off alone to brood. It doesn’t make the misunderstandings any easier to bear, but it does keep things relatively quiet. Of course, there won’t always be total silence between them during a disagreement. There will be some soft sounds occasionally, when the Bull sits in the corner like a solid lump of resentment, mumbling under his (or her) breath—while the Crab huddles in the broom closet, crying into several large tissues and emitting periodic choked sobs. Still, the gentle sounds of angry mutterings (Taurus) and sad snifflings (Cancer) are more peaceful than the hollering you can expect with the more volatile Sun Signs. (Not counting the rare and horrifying occasions every ten years or so, when the Bulls fancy they’re in a china shop and someone waves a red flag.)
The meeting of a Bull and a Crab is often a fated one, with an element of compulsion on both sides, since it’s a 3-11 Sun Sign Pattern, with heavy karmic undertones. There’s more than a casual interest in each other, and the benefits or hurts resulting from the association usually have a long-lasting effect on both lives, if they continue to see each other for more than a few months.
Taurus and Cancer make an excellent team for any kind of business or industrial ventures, stock brokerages, banks, gardens, nurseries, farms, politics or real estate companies. The Bull will build the foundation carefully, organize it sensibly, and the Crab will run it with careful efficiency, making sure their mutual efforts gain the maximum publicity. (Cancerians may not be extroverts but they’re surprisingly good at getting newspaper space, and getting their pictures on the front page or the TV screen.) The chances are excellent that any Cancer-Taurus business partnership will thrive and stay in the black. If there’s any red on the books, it’s probably from the blood (mixed with sweat and tears) these two pour into any project they’re devotedly dedicated to making solidly successful. Assuming the Bull has the Moon or Ascendent in a Water or Earth Sign (except Capricorn) and the Crab has the Moon or Ascendent in a Water or Earth Sign (except Scorpio)—and sometimes even the parenthesized planetary positions won’t stop their mutual achievement compatibility—these two could both end up in Who’s Who, and likely find also that their personal relationship is harmonious, and comparatively free of tension. However, without such aid from their birth charts, there could be some pouting, muttering, mooing and sniffling, from time to time. Yet, compromise will usually be easier for them than for most other Sun Sign combinations. They each possess a certain amount of placidity, which often creates harmony from the sheer inner need and desire for peace and quiet.
Because Taurus is Earth and Cancer is Water, it’s more probable that the Crab will slowly and gradually grow to imitate the Bull’s Fixed habits, than the other way around—even though Taurus is behind Cancer on the karmic wheel of life. Why? Water is flexible, and does not resist, which is the wisdom of Water. It takes the shape of the vessel into which it’s poured. When that vessel is a Taurean, the shape is usually symmetrical and pleasing. Considering the Taurus feeling for form, and the Cancer sensitivity for color, they can paint some rather nice pictures on the side of the jug too. Then they’ll hang a price tag on it, take it to market, and come home together with a nice fat profit.
Taurus Woman and Cancer Man
He had one of his dreams that night, and cried in his sleep for a long time, and Wendy held him tight.
The Cancerian male secretly desires to be babied by his woman. A Taurus female loves to spoil her man. Add these two astrological facts together and what’s the result? Love at first sight? No, not quite.
A Crab doesn’t rush into anything, including romance. Not only is rushing against the Cancerian grain, but it’s impossible for a Crab to advance directly, in a straight line. All Crabs have this funny side-waddle. Did you ever watch one? First, he veers to the right, after which he turns to the left. Finally, he appears to be retreating backward—until the object he wants tries to escape, then he lunges forward, grabs hold, and hangs on—until he loses a claw. Even if he does, he’ll just grow a new one, which is why Cancerians are called tenacious, and that’s often too mild a word for them.
Neither is a Taurus woman the type to leap overboard into a sea of passion, trilling ecstatic songs of eternal love. This woman wants to be wooed, and I mean really wooed. She’ll expect a mountain of proof from a lover before she commits herself. So you can see that love-at-first-sight is not quite what happens when an Earth Sign like Taurus meets a Water Sign like Cancer. It takes time, usually months or years, seldom days or weeks. However, once committed, the Taurus woman knows how to keep her man sweetly contented. And the Cancerian man, once he’s decided to make his forward lunge, is a lover to end all lovers, particularly in persistency.
The Crab’s secrecy about his feelings and intentions during the courtship period is not exaggerated. The spring of 1973, I received in the mail a hard-cover copy of my first book, Sun Signs, from a Cancerian man in London, who attached this note to the book: Dear Miss Goodman, I am in love with a wonderful Taurus woman. She is everything you say in the chapter about ‘The Taurus Woman,’ and I’m going to marry her. I would really appreciate it, if you would autograph this copy of your book To Maggie, a lovely Taurean, and return it to me at the address below. Very sincerely yours, etc.… There was a P.S. on his note. It said, Please don’t write anything in the book about Crabs. She doesn’t know I’m doing this, and I’m having a friend drop it off at Heathrow Airport, where she works, so she won’t have any idea it’s from me. I don’t want her to guess how I feel about her. We only met a few months ago. Thank you.
I was a little concerned about Maggie, but I resisted the temptation to tip her off. Knowing she was a Taurus lady, I figured she would have the patience to wait till he decided to openly declare his devotion.
A relationship between Cancer and Taurus may seem nearly perfect, and it is undeniably a better than average romantic combination. But that doesn’t mean it will be totally free of flaws. For example, there’s the Cancerian mother complex. He may be one of the lucky ones who managed to graduate from adolescence into manhood, adjusting himself to the image of his mother as just another person—a wonderful person, to be sure, but just another human being involved in his life. If so, the Taurus will be lucky, because his strong admiration and respect for his mother will simply give him an increased measure of devotion for all women, including her.
But he could be one of those Crabs who never quite solved his mother hangup. This type of Cancerian male (and remember, the sign of Cancer symbolizes motherhood, and the part of the body it represents is the breasts) carries a fierce, subconscious resentment against being weaned. So he solves his secret dilemma by either coldly rejecting his mother—or by remaining completely dependent upon her. Neither attitude produces a healthy emotional scene, and the woman he marries is sure to feel some occasional repercussions. Assuming he has chosen not rejection but dependence, it can create a few problems, which might try the patience of the average female. Fortunately, a Taurus female is not your average female, and patience is one of her strong points. (So is a temper when she’s pushed too far and decides to put her foot down rather heavily, which seldom fails to put the Crab in his place, and makes everything very clear, with a powerful hint that enough is enough.)
|Cancer:||Sweetie pumpkin, I’m sorry I’m late, but I dropped by Mama’s, and we got to chatting about old times, and … … say, look, Mama sent you this huge basket of fresh strawberries from her garden. Aren’t they yummy looking?|
|Taurus:||Strawberries give me hives. I have told both you and your mother that strawberries give me hives at least a dozen times. (Pregnant pause.) Since you weren’t here, I had to put up the window shutters by myself. How do they look?|
|Cancer:||Well, they’re nice, Honey-cakes, but … …|
|Cancer:||It’s just that Mama says shutters are more trouble than they’re worth. The slats keep breaking, they’re hard to dust—and like she says, drapes are ever so much richer, and more colorful, and all. Don’t you think?|
|Taurus:||No, I don’t think. I have no brain. I’m a drone. A robot.|
|Cancer:||NOW, don’t get upset, Sugar-lump. You’re just all tuckered out from working so hard. You deserve a nice treat. Let’s have dinner out tonight, and catch a movie afterward.|
|Taurus:||I’d rather stay home and watch the Academy Awards on television. We can send out for pizza.|
|Cancer:||Mama says it can make you blind, and cause symptoms of paranoia.|
|Cancer:||Watching color television so much.|
|Taurus:||I feel like pizza, and I want to watch the Oscars tonight, so let’s not discuss it any further.|
|Cancer:||All right, but Mama says it can clog your arteries.|
|Taurus:||Just how does your mother figure color TV affects the arteries? I’m fascinated by her medical knowledge.|
|Cancer:||The pizza. Mama says starchy dough and hot spices are poison, and we’ve been eating a lot of that kind of thing lately. Tell you what, let’s just run over and have dinner with Mama tonight. She’s all alone, and she’s making chicken dumplings, and … …|
|Taurus:||Dumplings aren’t starchy, huh?|
|Cancer:||Not the way Mama makes them. She .… what are you doing?|
|Taurus:||Hello, is this the Pizza Parlor? This is Gertrude Glassberg. Send me up a small pizza, please. No, I don’t need a large one this time. My husband and I have decided on a trial separation.|
|Cancer:||What did you say? Honey-cakes, I really think. .…|
|Taurus:||(grimly) Pack your bags. And hurry. Mama’s dumplings are getting cold.|
There’s a limit to Taurean patience. Naturally, not all Crabs are so tightly knotted to the maternal apron strings as this one, but it can be rough, living up to an image of perfect womanhood. Still, a Taurus woman can cook up a mean dumpling herself, she often sews her own clothes, she’s thrifty, she smells good (female Bulls adore perfumed soap, and all the accessories), and she’s uncommonly sensual. So, you see, she has a few things going for her that Mama can’t top.
The physical relationship between them will be ideal—or as ideal as they want it to be, and encourage it to be. The potential for harmony is surely there. Her sexual nature is deeply affectionate, tender and uncomplicated. He is also deeply affectionate, tender—though perhaps a bit more complicated. The tangible satisfaction of the senses, and the earthy reality of passion, is important to a Taurus woman, whereas the emotional release of sexual union is important to a Cancerian man, but these slightly different requirements need not conflict. Instead, they can blend, and create a physical relationship of rare completeness. There’s something warmly protective in the Taurean expression of sexual love that seems to answer the silent cry of Cancer to be enveloped in clouds of tenderness, to have someone wipe away all her tears—and all her fears of being alone and unwanted. When a Taurus woman expresses her devotion through lovemaking, there are no games, no fantasies, there is no false modesty—just a comfortable feeling of giving. In spite of his own more imaginative approach to lovemaking, this is just the kind of sexual security a Cancerian man secretly longs for, in his heart.
Two people who love can’t avoid hurting each other occasionally, but with the Bull and the Crab hurt can last longer than it does between other Sun Signs. They’ll have to realize that this is an unnecessary waste of time and emotional strain, since the hurt itself is unintentional. Rather than talking it over, like Gemini or Libra—getting it off their chests by exploding in temporary anger, like Aries, Leo or Sagittarius—or rising above it in detachment, like Aquarius and Pisces—this man and woman may allow the hurt to take deep roots and grow into a coldness that would be more dangerous to the relationship than the original misunderstanding. When a Taurus woman is upset, she tends to pout, then freeze into a forbidding rock of stubbornness. When the Crab has been wounded, he withdraws into his shell, to cry and pity himself alone, afraid to make any move, even a move toward forgiveness and apology, lest it bring on more hurt. So there you have it. A stubborn Bull, refusing to say I’m sorry, when she truly is sorry, and even taking her own sweet time about accepting a shy peace offer from the partner—and the shattered Crab, peeking out timidly from his hard shell, quivering with heartache inside, sometimes snapping in crankiness to cover the pain of being unloved, however temporarily. It’s hardly an atmosphere conducive to reconciliation.
Perhaps it would help if they looked at it this way. Pouting in silence is impractical. (They both hate to be impractical.) It leads nowhere—except into the dark tunnel of more loneliness. (They both hate dark tunnels.) What she should do is use her beautiful, Venus-inspired patience (Venus is her ruling planet, you know, until Pan-Horus is discovered and named, and Taurus returns the borrowed Venus influence back to Libra, where it belongs.). If she waits for the next change of the Moon (his ruler) all she needs to do is smile and whisper I love you—and he’ll pop right out of his shell into her arms.
What he should do is use his beautiful Cancerian perception, inspired by his Lunar vibrations, to understand how much more susceptible this woman is to physical affection than she is to verbal eloquence, and instead of writing her notes bashfully signed, Guess who? and tucking them down inside the box of detergent, hoping she’ll find them when she’s doing his laundry—he should simply grab her firmly, as only a Crab can grab, and kiss her soundly. Then she’ll cuddle right up next to his heart, where she belongs.
And let Mama stuff the cat with her dumplings.
Taurus Man and Cancer Woman
She wants me to unbar the window, thought Peter, but I won’t, not I.
He peeped again, and the tears were still there, or another two had taken their place.
Imagine you are a huge rock, sitting high on top of a mountain. Nothing frightens you, or moves you. You’re so tough, the storms of thousands of years haven’t even scratched your surface, though they’ve worn away lesser rocks into helpless pebbles. Then one chilly day, an apparently harmless drop of water brightly splashes on you, and trickles its way into a deep crack in your center, which has been there since you were born, but has been overlooked by the rains and winds until now. What will you do?
You will do nothing. You, who have stood up against centuries of floods and tornados, have nothing to fear from one tiny drop of water. The next day, the thermometer drops to zero, and the drop of water freezes in your center. The freezing causes it to expand, and the expansion hurts you. Since nothing has ever before been able to weaken your strength, how do you feel about a drop of water which is expanding inside you, and threatening to crack you in two?
A quiet little meditation like that will throw a great illumination on what it’s like to be an earthy, invulnerable Taurus man in love with a watery, gentle and sometimes Looney Moon Maiden. It can shake him to his foundations. But it’s too late. She’s already penetrated the secret place no one else has ever quite reached—his heart. Since a Bull’s heart is as strong as both his will and his back, he probably won’t break in half. But he’ll never again be the same, once this woman has enticed him to run along the beach under a midnight sky, in the zigzag directions of the Crab, crying and laughing—and feeling. Taurus knows all about touching, but feeling is a slightly different word. She’ll teach him all its meanings and synonyms.
An occasional Cancerian female will claim she’s not typical of her Sun Sign because — I don’t like to cook, I don’t want children, and I hate staying home. Don’t let her fool you, like she’s fooling herself. The reason she’s scooting around in those Crab-like sideways patterns is because she hasn’t found the man she secretly yearns for, the one who will protect her and wrap her up in thick blankets of devotion. She may inwardly love babies and cooking and home-making, but she’s not going to stand over a hot oven or rock a cradle for just any male. Until he materializes out of her moonlight dreams, she’ll cover up her tender maternal feelings and sentimental femininity with ambition for financial security, a successful career and public attention, sprinkling jokes everywhere she goes, punctuated with a crazy Looney Bird giggle, that says (or tries to say), I don’t care! But if you listen to the hidden chords, her Lunar laugh is whispering a wistful message: I’m lonely and frightened and sad—don’t dreams ever come true?
Yes, they do. If you believe in them. Emphatically and irrevocably, they do. The formula is so deceptively simple only a very few people ever discover its truth. The Galilean said it this way: Whatsoever things ye desire, pray as if ye had already received them, and ye shall have them. That’s really all there is to it. If you truly want it, it’s no longer a dream. What you image shall come into being without a shadow of a doubt, the time element depending entirely upon the intensity of the image. However, the Cancerian woman is inclined to pray for things, not as if she had already received them, but as if Fate had no intention of ever giving them to her. Therefore, Fate doesn’t. It’s simply a matter of reversing the vibrations she sends out from Negative to Positive.
The Taurus man is a slow starter in romance. Though he has an enormous capacity for love, it doesn’t burst into verbal or physical commitment overnight. Once it does blossom, however, it flowers beautifully, and usually permanently. Permanence is something the Moon Maiden needs, for all her whimsical emotional wanderlust. Like her, this man will not yield his complete self until the right woman arrives on the scene. He’ll take his good old time deciding, but his surrender, when it comes, is often instant, and his fidelity is eternal—if he isn’t pushed beyond great endurance by the incorrigible behavior of his partner.
Most Taurus men (not all, but most) don’t experience love in its total sexual and emotional fullness until they’re out of their teens (or even years later than that), long after their buddies have chalked up scores of conquests, live-in affairs and a few marriages. But never forget that the Bull is enormously capable of making up for lost time, and the depth and intensity of his love is well worth waiting for. She can console herself with the thought that, while he doesn’t break down easily, neither will he want to break up quickly. That trait will certainly appeal to the female Crab, who is also slow to take hold—and even slower to let go—of anything. Like raveled shawls, broken umbrellas, cracked mirrors, used doggy bags, empty lipstick tubes, the pink ribbon from her old baby bonnet, lidless bottles and jars, bottle and jarless lids, half pieces of curtain rods, newspapers with all the clippings already clipped, outdated redemption coupons, sharpened-all-the-way-down pencils with only a nub eraser left, and old lovers (unless she has an Aquarian or Gemini Ascendent or Moon Sign, in which case she may throw really valuable things out with the morning trash, then be puzzled why she can’t find them weeks later).
The Bull is possessive (not quite the same thing as jealous) and his approach to love is likely to be solid, sensible and practical, seldom emotionally erratic, capricious or unduly enthusiastic—but cozy! Although the two of them are much alike in many ways, this is one where they may not be. A Moon Maiden can allow unfounded jealousy to torture her into moods of deep depression—or worse yet, a suspicious, bitter or clinging attitude that can infuriate a Bull. (The clinging he doesn’t mind so much, he may even enjoy it—the suspiciousness he can do without.) Her active imagination sometimes causes her to develop fears which, although based more on fantasy than fact, can bring on floods of tears, and a touch of hysteria. It sounds hopeless, but it isn’t really. In fact, not many Sun Sign combinations have as much hope for success as Taurus and Cancer, once they know who they are, and where they’re going.
Taurus already pretty much knows that about himself. Temporarily ruled (until Pan-Horus is discovered and identified) by the harmonious, peaceful Venus, he’s more inclined to keep an even keel regarding their differences than she is. This woman is ruled by the Moon, which is a reflector of light. So she instinctively reflects the moods around her, indeed, every change in her immediate environment is reflected, mirror-like, in her heart and brain. Sometimes all that reflecting creates an eclipse of her true self. It’s not easy for a Moon Maid to know who she is, and where she’s going, although she has an uncanny sense of the feelings and intentions of others. Lots of people trust their secrets to her, and are rewarded with both tender sympathy and wise counsel. Yet, it’s next-to-impossible to pry her own secrets out of her.
The Bull might say to her, I don’t understand you. You say you love me, but you spend all your time running around, giving birth to ideas and babies, buying clothes, taking CARE packages to your friends, working for the PTA and Greenpeace and the garden club, listening to music, painting pictures, making bank deposits, learning French, visiting the planetarium, and sitting out in the back yard, staring at the Moon by yourself. You don’t need me. I’m just in the way around here. Now, she may perceive, after a speech similar to that one, what the problem is. He’s hurt, because he’s not getting the attention he needs, the pats on the head and affectionate hugs and kisses he hungers for, to make him feel securely loved. However, lacking her Lunar sensitivity, he may not understand how much she needs all her busy activities—as well as her world of dreams—so she can reflect back into life all the things she absorbs by living it.
It should be obvious, then, who must make the first move to wave the olive branch. The one who most perceives how it is with the other. That would, of course, be her.
Still, her attempts at making up with him can seem a little vague and devious to the direct, uncomplicated Bull. First, she retreats in tears, then crawls toward him sideways. It confuses him. How is he to interpret her message when she tucks a baked apple under his pillow, or leaves a sentimental poem under his wet cake of soap, in the shower? It stuck to the paper, obliterating the words, and for all he knows, it could be a farewell note. She should just come right out and say, I do need you, and I can’t live without you, and the reason I scoot around all the time is because … etc. and so on. Then she should prove she means it in a physical way—the only language a Taurus man understands. Simple. Plain. Honest. Down to Earth. And sensual. He doesn’t like to be teased. No Bull likes to be teased.
Their sexual compatibility, barring severe afflictions between their natal planets in their respective birth charts, is usually excellent. She may now and then wish he’d be a little less clumsy with his romantic jokes, and a little more delicate in his verbal expressions of passion. But on the whole, the Taurus sense of touch is as refined and delicate as anyone could ask. His masculine virility can coax this uncertain woman out of her shell, with the promise of the kind of fulfillment most women only read about in novels. The Bull will give the Moon Maiden a feeling of being snugly loved, warmly desired—and, yes, sexually dominated (which is what she really wants, in her secret heart).
Not all, but some females actually do enjoy being conquered by males, at least physically. Admittedly, true equality means neither sex is superior, and therefore neither should submit to or dominate the other. But the sexual relationship between a man and a woman is an entirely different matter from their interchange intellectually, or on an achievement level. It’s a very personal and individual kind of emotional chemistry—not always predictable.
The Taurus man will lavish enough affection on the Cancerian woman, to banish the fears she’s accumulated since childhood that nobody really wants or needs her because most people are more capable in every way than she. He does. He wants her, and he needs her. And he’ll show it in unmistakable ways, if she’ll let him.
It’s difficult for this lady to resist real love when it’s offered with the kind of sincerity Taurus love is offered. In return, she’ll adore him madly (with an emphasis on the madness, during the Full Moon) and probably never leave him—unless he places her in the middle in a fuss with her family, or insults her mother (a cardinal sin to the Cardinal Sign of Cancer, if she’s a typical Crab). Then he may lose her for a while. This woman is intensely loyal to her mama, usually, and sometimes papa runs a close second. But she’ll return to her Bull when the Moon changes (assuming he apologizes, of course). Since he’s so stubborn, the reconciliation may never occur if she doesn’t understand, and forgive him before he asks to be forgiven. He won’t beg.
She is so changeable—or is she fickle? He is so patient—or is he obstinate? Which is it? The true answer depends on which way they look at it. While he’s wearing his Taurean blinders, it’s impossible for him to see the truth about anything, so he appears bull-headed.
While she’s gazing into her Lunar mirror, the truth is sometimes distorted, so her emotions appear to fluctuate unreliably. But when the issues are cloudy, they can always find their way back to each other, through the mist, if they meditate on this ancient wisdom: Seek the truth, and the truth shall set you free. What is the real truth? Love. Unselfish and forgiving love. The genuine kind.
|Ruled by Venus||Ruled by the Sun|
|Symbol: The Bull||Symbols: Lion & Shy Pussycat|
|Night Forces—Feminine||Day Forces—Masculine|