The Astrology Of Your Inner Moon Child: Moon In Capricorn

(Since The Moon is often associated with the conditions of one’s childhood, here’s Part Ten 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.)

MOON IN CAPRICORN

Just as Moon in Sagittarius is the life of the party, Moon in Capricorn is the clean-up crew that necessarily must follow afterwards. You have a reputation for being calm, contained, and maybe a little distant. This is because you have a tremendous depth of feeling that needs to be protected by maintaining emotional self-control. This can either eventually drive you (or those who care about you) completely nuts. Moon in Capricorn often comes across as managing its personal relationships with ruthless efficiency, which may be wise but isn’t terribly romantic.

You usually find one thing, place, or person in which to place your sense of emotional security. If that’s another person, you are probably fairly young (and haven’t learned how untrustworthy humans can be) or fairly old (and have spent most of your life overcoming your suspicions). Your defensiveness can be strangely appealing to other people who enjoy solving emotional mysteries, and can be frustrating as hell to everyone else. Moon in Capricorn strives for emotional self-sufficiency, which is as admirable as it is impossible.

THE MOON IN CAPRICORN STORY

“Tell me my name and you can have your baby!” The little man said.

“It’s Rumpelstiltskin!” the Miller’s Daughter said triumphantly.

Rumpelstiltskin pondered this for a moment, and then removed a contract from his back pocket. “Here you go,” he said as he handed it to her. “Spell it right, otherwise the agreement is void!”

The Miller’s Daughter thought about this for a moment and then filled in the form. Rumpelstiltskin examined it and found that, surprisingly, she had gotten it right.

“Okay then,” he said. “Now all you have to do is find a Notary before midnight to make it legal and binding.”

“But it’s 11:30 at night! And it’s a Saturday!” The Miller’s Daughter shouted in disbelief.

Rumpelstiltskin chuckled. “You shoulda read the fine print on the original agreement, sucker.”