Cancer and Sagittarius

Ah, me one voice said, and another said, Oh, mournful day.

So here we have the Crab, hard as rock without, soft as butter within. Extremely sensitive. Oh! very, very sensitive. Acutely aware of the slightest shade of meaning, every nuance of every comment, and extremely vulnerable to hurt.

And here we have the Archer, merry and warm-hearted, essentially kind, but sometimes brutally frank, and possessing only a thimbleful of tact. Make that half a thimbleful.

What happens when an ultra sensitive, cautious Cancerian bumpety-bumps around with a carefree, casual Sagittarian, whose specialty is blurting out arrows of truth that sting, however unintentionally? It depends on the phase of the Moon, actually. Since Cancer is ruled by the changeable Lunar vibrations, the Crab could react to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune (and outrageous remarks of Sag) in several ways. By snapping back crabbily or pinching sharply (Crabs do have sharp pinchers). Perhaps by crawling inside the tough crab shell to hide and pout, quivering like a bowl of jelly over the indignity of it all. Or by just sitting there, deeply wounded, shedding trembling tears.

A brokenhearted Crab, with sagging spirits, immersed in murky melancholy from the callous treatment of his (or her) feelings by a thoughtless person, is one of the saddest sights on land or sea. It truly tugs on the soul to see one of these funny, moody creatures reduced to sobs. Even when they bravely try to hide their hurt, their chins quiver pathetically; their soft eyes gaze at you with such reproach you feel like weeping yourself.

That’s often the reaction of an Archer who has just realized that he (or she) has inadvertently said or done something to cause a Cancerian friend, business associate, relative, lover or mate to feel the awful Lunar anguish of rejection. Instantly contrite for inflicting such damage through careless speech, the Archer will try to bandage the wound he (or she) caused with soothing words. Something like, Gee, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings by saying you’re dumb. Don’t cry. So you’re not a mental giant. There are lots of things more important than being intelligent. Doesn’t that make you feel better?

Odd as it may seem, frequently the perceptive Crabs will finally see the futility of trying to make the Archers aware of their tactlessness, the whole thing will strike them as humorous, and they’ll burst out in hysterical laughter. Actually, a close association with an Archer is often, in the long run, beneficial to Cancer. It may be painful for a while, but eventually, the Crabs will learn the valuable lesson of not being quite so sensitive. Since everything is relative, another bonus is that, after knocking around with Sag, the occasional thoughtless remarks of everyone else the Crab knows will seem like fragrant roses of compliments by comparison, and it all evens out by making life in general smoother for Cancer.

It’s sort of like when you’ve been crying over a toothache, and suddenly you break your leg. You forget all about the throbbing tooth. Or when you’ve been fussing and complaining about a small bee sting on the end of your nose, and along comes Sag to crack you over the bean with a verbal baseball bat. The only courteous thing to do is to thank Sag for curing you forever of sniffling over bee stings, right? Right. A few stitches, and your head (or self-confidence) will be like new again. Now the Archers will be nodding, thinking these observations are all quite logical and philosophical. Some of them may even be saying, That’s true! Every cloud has a silver lining. (Sagittarians are equally as fond of that Pollyanna truism as Librans.) Admittedly, it’s not always easy to view a Sag as any sort of silver lining when he (or she) is aiming the Jupiter bow straight toward your Achilles heel, but the truth is that the Archers are optimistic. Nearly as much so as Libra, but with a touch more skepticism.

There are times when the sensitivity and sympathy of Cancer combined with the direct candor of Sagittarius can be a favorable blend of qualities, resulting in some very clear thinking, whether they’re blended through an association between an individual Crab and Archer.

At various times during this 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern association, the Crab and the Archer will clash over the subject of money, which is always burning a hole in Sagittarian pockets. It seldom burns a hole in Cancer’s pockets. It’s more likely to tear loose the seams with sheer weight, because the Crabs do enjoy accumulating large amounts of cash, and they prefer it be as near their person as possible at all times. Their fights will be frequent in the area of finances, but they can probably come to some sort of compromise, through friendly mutual agreement. The one astrology would suggest as being the most helpful is for Cancer to maternally (or paternally) keep patching and sewing up the holes that money burns in Sag pockets (training the Archer to be a bit more conservative, in a gentle way) and for Sagittarius to keep Cancer’s pockets from bursting at the seams by kindly offering to take some of the Crab’s excess cash off his (or her) hands to invest. Archers are startlingly lucky regarding matters like gambling, such as the stock market (the biggest gamble of them all). This will have a dual benefit. It will train Cancer to be more generous and giving, and it will also tickle the Crabs when they gradually learn that Sag has an unexpected way of quickly doubling their money for them—some of the time, that is. Everyone can experience a losing streak, and on such rare occasions (since the typical Sag is too blessed by Jupiter luck to suffer major losses consistently) the Crab must refrain from snapping, pouting and scolding. Otherwise, the Archer will leave in a huff, after causing Cancer to weep by zinging a few pertinent parting remarks about stinginess, and refuse to do any more favors if they’re not appreciated.

The Cancerian man or woman will inevitably (even though in the background) be the subtle leader of this 6-8 association between two people who are so very different from each other. Because the Crab is Cardinal and Sag is Mutable. Being Cardinal causes a person to secretly be determined to be in command, and openly resent taking orders from others. There could be some difficulty here, because, although Mutable Sag is not particularly interested in being a leader (Archers would rather gallop around, hither and yon, communicating ideas) Sagittarius nonetheless actively (and outspokenly) dislikes taking orders himself—or herself. The Human end of the dualistic Sagittarian Centaur may be able to accept it cheerfully and philosophically—but the Horse end will kick considerably, and rear the equestrian legs in the air now and them. Sag is half Horse, half Human, you know, both symbolically and literally. One of those double Sun Signs of duality. Although the Human end is quite bright, often highly studious and intellectual, and optimistically philosophical—the Horse end (which is the rear end of Sag) is equally stubborn, contrary, unpredictable … and amazingly swift at racing away from problems. Also liable to kick dangerously when freedom is threatened.

Since the Crabs really can’t help their inbred trait of possessiveness (which, used in a positive way, can be a warm and cozy virtue of solicitous protectiveness) they’ll have to be cautious that they don’t unintentionally smother the freedom of the Archers, who need large gobs of it in order to be themselves. (Freedom, that is—not smothering.) Of course, Crabs are naturally cautious by instinct, so all they need do is apply some of their natural Sun Sign caution to being careful not to stifle the free expression and action of Sag. If Cancer can manage to do this—and if the Archers will occasionally at least count to ten or twenty before stuffing their feet in their mouths (hammering on the Crab’s sensitive feelings with blunt observations) these two can have a rather jolly time of it together.

In some way, Sagittarius will end up by serving the Cancerian, by being helpful—because the Archers sense some mystery within the Moon-ruled Crabs they’re anxious to solve. Sagittarian curiosity being the burning thing it is, there will always be something to keep Sag fascinated, and interested in hanging around Cancer’s seashore, beneath the Full Moon, watching the tides flow in and out … in-between a few laps around the track when the Centaurs become restless and need some time alone to race against the wind, nearly always winning by a nose. And this fascinates the Crabs.

With Jupiter’s benign and benevolent good humor, Sag adores playing practical jokes on people, but Cancer might sometimes miss the point. Then the Archer will give the Crab a gentle nudge … and finally the Lunar one will laugh, until he (or she) cries. Not over the joke alone. But because Cancer is deeply moved by the naivete and idealism of the brave and optimistic Sagittarian, who keeps clumsily falling, then picking himself up with a bright smile … to try once more to reach the winner’s circle. Those times when Jupiter allows the Centaur to be victorious, the happy, generous Archer will probably trot right back to the seaside, and offer to share half the good fortune with the Cancerian friend or relative, stuffing the Crab’s pockets again with childlike glee. Jupiter rules the huge, the expansive, and sometimes only a Crab really knows how large a Jupiter heart can be. Someday, somehow, Sagittarius will teach Cancer the beautiful rewards of giving, cheerfully guiding the inwardly timid, fearful Crabs toward the Sagittarian religion of truth. Then there shall be no more sadness and sighing.. for God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. How can you cry when you’re laughing at the courageous Archer’s latest endearing clumsiness?

Cancer Woman and Sagittarius Man

Don’t have a mother, he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons

Oh, Peter, no wonder you were crying, she said, and got out of bed and ran to him.

I wasn’t crying about mothers, he said rather indignantly. I was crying because I can’t get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn’t crying.

The most essential, the most deeply rooted difference between the Moon Maiden and the Archer (other than their conflicting views about money and material security), is often their totally divergent ideas and attitudes toward family. She leans very much toward devotion and near-worship of family life—usually with more stress on the maternal and paternal than on siblings and other relatives, but nevertheless, this lady burns incense at the family altar with equally as much devout fervor as her Capricorn sisters religiously light their family circle beeswax candles (and often, with less resentment than Cappies sometimes feel).

Contradictorily, the Sagittarius man, while he may hold within his large Jupiter heart much genuine affection for his family, dropping by to say a cheerful hello every few years or so, probably bringing along an armload of gifts (for the Archer is wonderfully generous) doesn’t feel the intense tug of dutiful devotion toward his relatives the Cancerian woman feels toward hers. He may be the very first to help his parents, siblings and other blood ties when they need a friendly boost of the spirits—or a loan of whatever money he may have—but he doesn’t believe that a tie of blood should imprison his freedom to roam and search around the world for truth and excitement, perusing his multiple interests and pursuing his idealistic (often gigantic) goals and ambitions. Ties are restrictive. Ties are binding. Blood ties or any other kind of ties. They resemble, to Sag, clanking chains—a rope around his neck, threatening to strangle his individuality. The Sagittarian man can hardly wait to cut the Gordian knot with his family, and be off to the races on his own, obeying the call of Jupiter to dash onward and upward to some great, nameless accomplishment or achievement. The Archer is also quite adept at untying the Gordian knots of problems swiftly and intelligently, and though he sometimes makes mistakes, he’s usually shrewd enough not to make the same one twice.

A Moon Maid views the ties that bind with respect, if not with downright affection. Ties are cozy. Ties are familiar and comforting. They resemble, to her, softly woven strands of protection and safety. The known, the secure and the comfortable. To cut a tie with friends or relatives, a lover or husband—or with her parents—is something she dreads, therefore postpones as long as possible. This is often the reason Cancerian females are thought of as possessive. It’s really not so much possessiveness as the being unwilling to cut a tie, then forced to float around without an anchor. To float without an anchor is as frightening an image to the female Crab as the image of floating out in the middle of the ocean would be to the Nature crab, who feels much safer in remaining a healthy distance away from deep water.

Astrology can’t solve that problem for them. The Moon Maiden and her Centaur will just have to fight it out, hopefully moving closer toward compromise as the years pass, but in the meanwhile fussing and quarreling—arguing (him) and pouting (her) back and forth between them over neglecting Mama and Papa (his fault) or weakening their own relationship by spending too much time with the family (her fault). As time goes by, they’ll reach some sort of mutual agreement regarding this difference between them—or one of them will leave the other. But it might not be a permanent separation. For several reasons.

To begin with, it’s more likely to be the Archer who angrily leaves the female Crab (however regretfully) than the other way around. Not always, of course, but usually. It’s easier, remember, for him to cut a tie than it is for her, although the knot of love is more difficult for a Sagittarian man to untie than the bond with his own family, for love can make even the normally carefree and nonchalant Centaur reluctant to break away—and once he’s left, he may not stay long. Her Lunar madness is hypnotic, and will haunt his dreams at night while they’re apart. Because this is the 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern, the Moon Maiden represents to him the 8th astrological house of mystery (sexual and otherwise) … the unknown. No one is more curious than Sag (unless it’s Gemini) and he’ll discover his mind is spinning in circles after a while, wondering what she’s doing without him. Besides, he’s frustrated by the realization that he lost his fiery temper, and left before he had a chance to completely solve her mystery … her changing moods, her inexplicable hold over his emotions. There are still a thousand urgent questions she hasn’t answered. And so, the Archer who so swiftly and impulsively cut the Gordian knot with his Cancerian lady frequently later returns to tie it up again. Because he finds he misses her more than he guessed he would … and because there are all those puzzling questions …

Although the Moon Maid will be strangely comforted and flattered that the Sagittarian man she loves regards her as mysterious and magnetic, she rather perversely resents his prying. (She can’t have it both ways, but she’d like to, concerning nearly everything.) This woman always has and always will contain within her many secrets, some of which she’s not even aware of herself … others she is. There’s something in the Lunar essence that makes her clam up when she feels someone is trying to probe too deeply into her secret self, even when the someone is the man she adores. The female Crab crawls into a shell of silence automatically, instinctively, the moment he begins one of his questioning routines—even if all he’s asking is something as innocent and ordinary as what she thinks about the new neighbors, or what her first boyfriend was like. (Admittedly, that last question might not be too innocent. The Sagittarian male has a temper, and although he’s not the possessive type, he is assuredly the jealous type. As I keep reminding you, there is a distinct difference between possessiveness and jealousy.)

As reticent as this lady may be to reveal her own secrets quickly (unless they’re drawn out slowly and gently, when she’s in the mood to talk about them, not through rude questioning or abrupt and idle curiosity) she’s an expert at uncovering her Centaur’s secrets—and everyone else’s. Somehow, people are unconsciously compelled to pour out things to the Moon Maiden they normally wouldn’t confess to others. It’s not the same as the confiding everyone does in the sympathetic Pisces listening ear. People confess to Pisces because they want to, without much urging, if any, from the Fish, who simply projects a willingness to listen if you feel like talking about it—and the talker senses the Piscean response will be compassion, which it always is. With the female Crab, it’s different. She’s not apathetic or neutral about hearing your secrets. She enjoys learning things about others, and usually employs a conscious strategy to learn them, fully aware that she’s digging to see what she can discover. Thanks to her Lunar magnetism (the same kind of invisible force not even the ocean’s tides themselves can resist) the other person finds himself or herself pouring out all manner of private confidences, without having initially intended to do so.

The Lunar strategy of the Cancerian woman is even more successful with the Archer. Sag does love to talk, especially about himself, his dreams and his innermost feelings, along with his views and opinions of every subject under the Sun. Carried away by the enthusiasm of his verbal free thought association, he may wander a bit too far conversationally with the female Crab before he realizes he’s caught in an emotional wave that could drown him, by having said more than he intended. That’s an astrological warning the Archer will find very valuable, if he heeds it, because there’s always the possibility he’ll say something that this extremely sensitive, imaginative lady could exaggerate or misinterpret, bringing on the Cancerian suspicion and trembling vulnerability to hurt. It pays the Sagittarian man to count to ten before he speaks at all times, but with his lovely female Crab, he’d be well advised to count to maybe a thousand. It won’t be easy for him to refrain from speaking his mind freely, sometimes in an unnecessarily frank way, not just because this is his natural tendency, but also because a Lunar Lady can be mighty tenacious, once she gets the notion into her rather hard head there’s something he’s thinking he hasn’t told her, and she won’t give up trying to find out. Not that there’s anything he should feel guilty about, it’s just that there are things she can take the wrong way and imaginatively dress up, clothing things said guilelessly with her personal fears and apprehensions, until they become threatening to her peace of mind, no longer even resembling their original intent or true meaning.

The time when the Archer should especially allow his actions to speak louder than his words is during their sexual intimacy. The Cancerian woman’s way of expressing her many-layered love for him in a physical sense, is sensual and silent. To her, feelings are important, not words. She wants their lovemaking to be an escape into an ocean of passion, drenched in fragile moonlight sentiment, its depth a direct result of its delicacy and quiet communion of spirit. She withdraws sexually from demanding desire, able to surrender herself completely only when their mutual need is demonstrated tenderly, gently, even poetically, not fiercely. And if she’s been made to feel rejected in some way throughout the day (she literally wilts beneath disapproval, spoken or unspoken) she’ll be unable to respond at night in his arms, even though she only imagined the earlier slight to her sensitivity. Making love to a female Crab is an eternal guessing game—and more successful when her lover or husband consults an almanac before approaching her, for this woman’s every emotion is not just symbolically, but seriously and actually—ruled by the Moon’s Lunar phases. This part of her sexual nature may at times annoy the Archer as much as it intrigues him, because, being a Fire Sign, his own desire is more impulsive, his need more intense. Finesse in love-making is something he has to consciously practice to acquire, especially when he’s in love with a Moon Maiden, born into the Water Element.

Strangely, this is a woman who sometimes communicates her wish for Oneness by a misty light in her eyes—like the silvery, promising shimmer of the New Moon’s ancient secret. When he sees moonlight in her eyes, he knows it’s time to be very still and quiet … hold her close until she feels securely protected … then gently float beside her out into the mysterious sea that sings remembered songs to her at midnight. He may never solve her feminine mystery, but it will always beckon him to try.

Let’s leave them alone now, shall we? If the Looney Bird Moon Maid won’t tell her secrets to the man she loves, she certainly doesn’t want us around when her eyes become misty! Before we go, we’ll remind her that, while her Lunar tears fall like raindrops at the slightest hint of a cloud in the sky, his Jupiter tears are hidden and held back.. yet no less profuse than her own. Like a small boy, whistling in the dark, he’s too brave to admit he ever cries. But for all his surface nonchalance—he does.

Cancer Man and Sagittarius Woman

They talked of Cinderella, and Tootles was confident that his mother must have been very like her.

…. Tinker Bell shouted, Silly ass! and darted into hiding.

Even though Sagittarius astrologically rules religion (along with Pisces and Scorpio, because religion contains many levels of awareness, not just one)—and even though every Sag, at some time in Life, is deeply concerned about the pros and cons of religious beliefs—the female Archer may forget, when she’s in love with a male Crab, the most important spiritual advice of all, which is count your blessings.

Quite probably, before she met him, her Jupiter faith and idealism was shattered by the kind of men who treated love casually—and treated her carelessly, maybe even cruelly. Except perhaps for the very special boy with the tender eyes, who loaned her his pencils and fought the bullies who teased her at recess in the 6th grade, certainly none of the males she’s impulsively loved came anywhere near living up to her private image of a Prince or a Knight who would treat her gently as his lady fair, awaken her soul with the kiss in his glance that promised to adore her forever and three days … sweep her off to his enchanted castle, then sit with her beside the lake, feeding the swans, making her laugh … and making her know she was his alone, that his love was loyal and true, faithful and everlasting. She’d just about given up on that particular dream, and was about to settle for either remaining a bachelorette—or finding a wealthy Arab, who might fall a little short of her image, but who would whisk her away on his private jet to the land of gushing oil wells, in his turban and long nightgown, to feed the camels at sunset. Forget Camelot. Who needs it? Then there was this crazy miracle.

Bouncing along one day, she bumped straight into the surprised heart of a Crab, out strolling the byways and taking his morning constitutional. He was wearing no helmet, no armour, nor was he perched proudly astride a white horse. Neither was he adorned in a turban, and as for a long white nightgown, being a conservative Cancercian, he wouldn’t dream of appearing in public clothed in such an unseemly, attention-getting manner. He owned not a single swan, and could introduce her to no camels. But he did sometimes sit by the lake in the park at twilight, he told her, and feed the pigeons popcorn. As for the private jet, after she knew him better, she realized that he definitely had the potential to own a whole fleet of them someday, the way he hung on to his money. I mean, after all, cash has to accumulate if you never spend a penny of it—ever. For anything. Except maybe an occasional glass of imported wine or champagne.

Never mind that he wasn’t the living, breathing image of Camelot. There was a certain air about him. The kiss in his glance that promised forever was surely not missing. It caressed her, and made her knees feel funny every time he looked at her. And although he might be a trifle stingy with his pencils, not handing them out like potato chips, because after all, pencils do cost money, especially the kind with decent erasers—he still had the tender eyes of the special boy in the 6th grade, and he gave her the distinct feeling he’d protect her from bullies, in the schoolyard or anywhere else—that she was truly cherished as a woman, and that she’d be warmly secure with him forever and three days, because this man would surely keep her safe from all harm.

Well, you can’t have it your way to match every nuance, eyelash and brush stroke of your dream image. Goodness knows he had more of those qualities she’d nearly lost hope of ever finding than any of the other gorillas, Casanovas and leering sophisticates who both bored her and let her down with a thump in the past. He might not be exactly Don Quioxte, but he did contain his own kind of impossible dreams, behind his shy smile and quiet manner. And so she forgot all about caution, and fell in love with him, head over heels. That’s the way Sag always falls in love, or for that matter, does anything. Head over heels. Being a Centaur, therefore half Horse and half Human, this woman stumbles a lot, and is a little clumsy, despite her normally graceful stride that reminds her admiring Crab of a thoroughbred race horse.

The first thing she learned after she shocked herself by loving him, was that she didn’t make a mistake in forgetting all about caution when they met. Because this man possesses enough of the stuff to supply, not just her when she runs low on it, but the entire British Commonwealth. An endless source. She’d be happier, she discovers after awhile, if he’d forget about some of his own caution—but not all of it. She kind of likes the way his caution keeps her steered in the right direction when she’s sometimes tempted to be overly reckless (it’s nice to be saved from yourself by someone who really cares about you) but a little of his caution goes a long way with the female Archer. Too much of it can cause her to feel closed-in, smothered, therefore—restless. It’s never a good idea to make the Horse end of a Centaur restless.

Because their relationship is guided and influenced by the 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern, the Cancerian man will hold an inexplicable fascination for this woman, hints of mystery and secrets—in addition to a magnetic sexual appeal. She is curious by nature, so the way he keeps her guessing about his feelings and changing moods is exciting rather than exasperating, as it might be to another female. Most of the time, she’ll behave in an unaccustomed docile manner under the spell of the Lunar man. But once in a while, like the times he compares her to his mother (unfavorably) or scolds her for being extravagant, accuses her of talking too much, and never listening—she’ll lose her temper. Since Jupiter has a way of expanding everything, the female Archer does not have a small temper. It is sizable when fully aroused. Then she’ll say something pointed and cutting (Sag is seldom or never at a loss for words) that will deeply wound the ultrasensitive feelings of this man. He’ll snap back at her, crossly. She’ll zing another arrow of tactless truth in answer to the challenge of his snapping, and he’ll begin one of his lengthy pouting spells of silence, withdrawing into himself to a place where she can’t follow—where even her words can’t reach him.

This is when she should take a walk in the woods alone, all by herself (being close to Nature never fails to clear the cobwebs from a Sagittarian mind) and project her astral self back to the way things were before he came along to cozily protect her and make her laugh with his outrageous humor. There was such a vague and lonely longing within her then, that seemed to just melt away the first time he smiled at her with the soft, twinkling eyes of her 6th grade hero, stirring memories of a time when Life was sweet and simple, and full of warm familiarity. He has his faults, yes. But he’s sympathetic, sensitive and affectionate. He’s funny and full of fascinating conversation more often than he’s grouchy. He’s certainly loyal and earnest. He’d never try to deliberately hurt her, or break a promise if he could possibly help it. And he’s gradually become more generous, because he wants to please her. He didn’t say a word last week when she bought a registered, purebred Old English Sheep Dog for nine hundred dollars, which meant he couldn’t have the camera he’d been wanting for over a year. Best of all, he’s not a hypocrite. He’s sincere and genuine. She can’t stand hypocritical people.

After she counts her blessings, she’ll go back and tell him she’s sorry she yelled at him, and was unkind. Then, if she offers to do something very sweetly solicitous for him, he’ll peek out from behind his crab shell and trust her again with his nicest smile. Maybe some stuffed mushrooms, the way his mother fixed them, is that what might heal the hurt, so they can be close again?

No. He’d rather have her than the mushrooms. He has that Full Moon strangeness in his eyes again, because she’s touched his heart with kindness. So they make up by making love. Their sexual chemistry is one of the blessings she forgot to count. Her desires are more fiery and passionate than his, but that only has the effect of stirring him with a challenge to teach her that he’s Cardinal and she’s Mutable. (Cardinal means to lead.) Then too, there’s that haunting mystery of his Water Element, drawing her into its depths, as she learns more about the stillness within the unexplored parts of herself through the slow, gentle way he approaches their mutual need. He leads her to a place where sensuality is a whispering, waiting promise, where trembling enchantment lingers much longer, for all its dreamlike quality, than a flaming rush of instant blending that quickly dies out, leaving no memory of its peace behind it. Fire stimulates and thrills with the hint of explosion. Water soothes and cools … remaining. The right amount of each makes sexual expression between Cancer and Sagittarius a strong and fulfilling experience.

But physical love is only one level of a human relationship, so the Crab and his female Archer must learn to blend their Fire and Water Elements in other ways with the same kind of careful harmonizing. In time, he’ll grow to intensely respect her courage—and, yes, even her frankness. Because she’s honest. He can trust her to mean what she says, and to be what she is. In time, she’ll be grateful for his cautious hand on hers, holding her back from all those deep holes she used to fall into when she wasn’t looking. They’ll learn to trust each other. And that’s the one thing these two very different people had in common, long before they met. The search for someone you can trust to always love you just as you are. Nothing else is important.

Cancer Capricorn
Water—Cardinal—Negative Earth—Cardinal—Negative
Ruled by the Moon Ruled by Saturn
Symbol: The Crab Symbol: The Goat
Night Forces—Feminine Night Forces—Feminine


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