People see astrology as pseudo-science and some even would
even say that it is the work of the devil. Neither science nor art, I see
zodiac signs as part of the ancient mysteries of the world. The
stars and planets exist -- they are as real as you and me; and I like the
thought of these twinkling balls of gases having stories to tell.
Cancer is a water sign and Virgo is earth. The
mingling of these two characters often results to a very nurturing
relationship. Water nourishes earth as much as earth encapsulates water
and together, growth and new life springs forth.
It must have been a trial by fire last Sunday when I met Mr.Crab's significant other. After three years of living in
singledom, it was nice to see, Mr. Crab in that giddy schoolboy
expression once more.
Prior to our lunch date, I had an overview about
Ms. Virgo when Mr. Crab and I had coffee at some over-rated
café. I probably have summoned the correct forces of nature because I was
able to hide my curiosity and the busy ambiance provided distraction. “She is different”, my
brooding ego was smiling while caressing her lower chin just as my psycho ego
presented various pictures of the ex-girlfriends and pulled up the graph
entitled, “Patterns of Behaviour”. This change is mighty interesting.
I was rushing inside the mall because I hate to be late on
such a special event and thankfully, being late for an hour is still considered
fashionable. “This is it! The first impression”, my gleeful id was jumping as I
entered a very busy buffet restaurant. Seated at the right side corner
were two anxious people. I hugged Mr. Crab and presented my right hand to
Ms. Virgo as we say our pleasantries.
Ms. Virgo was under the watchful eye of my inner goddess,
“Long
black hair, rosy medium-toned skin, expressive eyes and a sincere yet shy
smile”, she said appreciatively at the beauty in front of her and she almost
flipped when she noticed her waist, “some women are sooooo lucky”, she
pouted. “She is a stunner!”
“How did you manage to ensnare Mr. Crab?” I asked my
sane self still in awe as we attack the buffet
tables. Amused with the scenario, I sashayed myself to the beckoning
strips of raw salmon. Mr. Crab was recalling some of our adventures and
my misadventures --“Ms. Pisces this and Ms. Pisces that” when the zodiac
sign compatibility topic cropped up. I gave an excuse about my crystal
ball yet in my mind, the compatibility report was done. While my subconscious was reading it out loud, I felt
the my tension gently ebbing away because...
“Virgo and Cancer
