(Since The Moon is often associated with the conditions of one’s childhood, here’s Part Nine of a twelve-part series about the Moon in your birth chart — your emotional comfort zone — written from both the perspective of a standard astrological interpretation and a children’s story from the perspective of each Moon Sign. I’ll tuck you in later.)
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MOON IN SAGITTARIUS
You are probably what people consider to be “the life of the party.” Unfortunately for you, you also bring that vibe to court hearings and funerals where perhaps that vibe doesn’t belong. People with Moon in Sagittarius are often described as “irrepressible,” and for good reason: there are many times when you can (or should be) repressed. You are caring and sympathetic and have a hard time seeing other people down or depressed. This makes you a supportive friend and makes you tend to take it far too easy on people who should be considered your enemy. This all changes when you find what you think is a “worthy target,” at which time you switch from “easygoing” to “unbearable.” Moon in Sagittarius can become depressed, and on those rare occasions when it does, it throws everything into it.
Moon in Sagittarius often enjoys a wide circle of friends and often takes a playful, fun approach to its closest relationships. This is a problem when your partner gets tired of you always being out playing with your friends. You mean well, of course, but have a hard time understanding that no, we can’t always “just get along.” Moon in Sagittarius functions best in an environment of like-minded individuals, which (in your case) often means children and/or dogs. You often have a gift for seeing the future, which is a good thing, because you don’t pay enough attention to the here and now.
THE MOON IN SAGITTARIUS STORY
“Little pig, little pig, let me in!” The Wolf shouted at the Brick House. After a moment, a silver projectile launched from the upstairs window and landed at the Wolf’s feet. It was a beer can.
“Okay, drink that first!” a voice said from inside.
The Wolf did so, and began to shout again at the House. “Little pig, little pig –“
Another can flew out the window. “Not yet. Keep drinking!” the little voice said from inside the house, where loud dance music soon began thumping.
This process repeated itself for another hour and a half. By the end of the evening, The Big Bad Wolf was inside the brick house, lying on the floor and moaning “I love you guys!” to his new-found friends. He spent most of the night alternately singing and complaining about his lackluster love life to the Three Little Pigs.
The next morning, The Big Bad Wolf awoke before the pigs did, and he promptly ate them.
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