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 lessor rocks into helpless rubbles. Then one chilly day, an apparently harmless drop of water brightly splashes upon 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 of 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 in love with a watery, gentle, and sometimes Looney Moon Maiden. It can shake your foundations - but it's too late. She's already penetrated the secret place no one else has ever quite reached - the heart.
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An occasional Cancerian girl 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 at 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 secretely 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 hematerializes 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?"
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 is going, although she has an uncanny sense o fthe feelings and intentions of others. Lots of people trust their secrets to her, and are rewarded with tender sympathy and wise council. Yet, it's next-to-impossible to pry her own secrets out of her.
One 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.