Do you know anyone with a busy 7th House? By busy I mean a bunch of planets there or even one juicy one. I’ll never forget the first time I met my niece, who was 6 or 7 at the time, and I was amazed by her cuteness, her brightness, and her bossiness.
Fellow Star Gazers, Cancer is a cardinal sign, but unless there’s something freaky going on, I don’t consider the breed to be bossy.
monster, this kid was so… skilled in the arts of not only manipulation but domination that… I prayed not only for her but for myself to survive the weekend.
I learned later that this little girl has Mars in the 7th House, in Capricorn. Capricorn can be bossy and in the 7th, she’s going to boss you. It was a Cancerian challenge and I was no match for it.
It wasn’t until the night before I left that I saw the other side to this little girl. She has a Cancer Moon in the 12th House and the tears oh the tears that flowed, genuine tears, at the restaurant, in public, when she realized I was leaving the next day. I felt closer to her in that moment. See, I could identify with the tears, not as tactic but as purity, pure longing and wishing for things to be otherwise.
When I was young, I did not dream of being a mother. I only faced the biological urges in my 30s. Never was one of those gals who squealed “I LOVE kids, yes I want to be a teacher!!” I wanted a room of my own and time to write. In my middle-age now, I sometimes wish I had had the opportunity to have had a houseful of children. It wasn’t until I made this one friend in my early 30s who had two daughters that I finally found my soulmates in the world of children. And for the first time, someone believed that I would make a good mother and told me so. (Sagittarians tend to tell me this but they are notoriously trusting 😉
Earlier this week I had a dream that I had a baby and that the next day the baby was older, toddler-age, and in the dream I felt anxious. Women getting older who didn’t have children, for whatever reason, must confront the end to this cycle. I’m not quite there yet, but on my way.
The Cancer (woman or man) must nurture someone, something. If not children, then a dream, then parents or siblings, friends, a garden, a home, other people’s children, the self, God, beliefs, animals, a room of one’s own to write in. We must nurture our mates and their dreams, their gardens, their God.
What do you nurture? Who nurtures you?
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