As a teenager, I was in love with Pluto. Dark, mysterious, moody: easy to fall in love with, easy to romanticize. I read and re-read Linda Goodman’s chapter on Scorpio and dreamed… Inevitably then, like an iron filing to a magnet, I fell in love with a strongly Plutonic type and had my heart broken. Eventually, I married a Scorpio sun with a stellium in the sign of the eagle. So, as you can see, I have nothing against Pluto; moreover, I can still see his appeal. But wait a minute! This post isn’t about Pluto!
Isn’t that just typical, though? Saturn got ignored again, and let’s face it, Pluto is hard to ignore. But that’s the thing with Saturn; you can’t ignore him for long. Because now, a decade and a half after being smitten by Pluto, if you asked me who the hottest guy in the solar system is, the goat would win hands down. I fell for Saturn gradually, slowly, over a period of time. But having fallen for him, I know this one’s a keeper.
When I look back over the past few years I note that I’m past my first Saturn return, that I survived his transit over my sun, Mercury and Venus; and I’m still staying put even though he’s been passing back and forth over my descendant this year. It must be this unwitting propinquity that made me see beyond the harshness attributed to the ringed-one and look for the good.
And there is a lot of good: you’ll go thorough boot-camp, no doubt; but, hey, who says you have to moan about it? Give in, surrender, obey. Because when you graduate, you will be an adult. And no matter what people say about childhood being the best time of our lives, I love being an adult: the responsibilities that you shoulder are the ones you chose, the limits that govern you are the ones you define and the liberation that your hard work wins for you is completely your own.
Don’t believe everything you read about goats as being stuffy: okay, so they might be when they are kids. But as they age, their dry wit can have you howling with laughter. My younger Cappy brother, who spent his childhood frowning at the antics of his fire sign siblings is now a successful (naturally) banker. This yesteryear wet-blanket is now a psychological rock for his more volatile sibs. He still frowns at our antics, but we forgive him that, because when we need advice we can trust and use, we turn to him. One of my most loyal friends is a girl goat who will always have a piece of my heart. And recently I met a dyed-in-wool Cappy man, who despite his lack of a social smile, proved to be one of the most fun people to hang out with.
So if you are single and looking for a star to hitch your wagon on, you can’t go wrong with Saturn. You may miss out on the outrageous antics of sun, Mars and Jupiter and you may have to forego Pluto’s mysteries, but if what you want is real and true and stable and lasting, you can’t go wrong if you fall for a goat.
Sometimes we just need to be reminded that if we embrace Saturn and his lessons and limitations, we will, of a surety, reap the rewards of enduring success and the kind of freedom that only comes after we’ve paid our dues.