Virgo Woman and Sagittarius Man Compatibility
Linda Goodman is renowned best selling astrologer who has written books on Astrology and in depth knowledge of Signs, which has redefined the way of Astrology.
This post is based on Linda Goodman’s Book “A NEW APPROACH TO THE HUMAN HEART LINDA GOODMAN’S LOVE SIGNS” for the Love Compatibility of Virgo woman with Sagittarius man.
On cover image- Famous Virgo woman and Sagittarius man – Beyoncé and Jay Z
He thought of hopping off in a comic sort of way till he was
out of sight of her, and then never going near the spot any
To show her that her departure would leave him unmoved,
he skipped up and down the room, playing gaily on his
heartless pipes. She had to run about after him, though it
was rather undignified.
Although Virgo and Sag form the tense and challenging 4-10 Sun Sign Pattern, we discussed the melodious secret of how these two can successfully conquer the conflicts of their auric vibes and achieve harmony together in the beginning of this chapter, which the Centaur and his Virgin should study first, taking care to read between the lines, before they give their attention to these particular pages.
All they have to do is keep singing their love song in the key of D-flat. And try not to go off-key. It may take a little practice, but as the New Yorker said to the tourist asking directions, that’s how you get to Carnegie Hall. Practice, practice, practice! (Of course, you can also get there by making a sharp right turn East, at the corner of 57th Street and 7th Avenue – but it depends on whether you plan to be the featured attraction, or just sit in the balcony, as one of the crowd.)
Speaking of directions, such as how to get to Carnegie Hall – or anywhere else – the Virgo girl will probably prefer to reach her destination by subway, by bus – or on foot. The Archer is more likely to impulsively (and extravagantly, in Virgo’s opinion) hail a taxi or rent a car. Maybe even suddenly decide to buy one (he leans to fast and jazzy sports models) if he’s a typical Sagittarian. It’s one of the bridges they’ll have to cross together, to get to the other side (the agreement side) of their differences – his inclination to spend money in a relatively casual and carefree, generous manner – and her inclination to carefully count the Daddy Lincolns and squeeze the Buffalos. The Virgin doesn’t really intend or want to be stingy, but unless her Moon or Ascendent is in a Fire or Air Element, she may give an extremely good imitation of it. She’ll call it economical or thrifty, sensible and cautious. But you know how Sag tends to call things as he sees them, so he may see her “sensible thrift” as a clear case of stinginess, and be not a bit bashful about telling her so, which, of course, will not exactly endear him to the Virgin.
You see? Already, he’s been a little clumsy, and stuck his foot in his mouth. There’s one way he can persuade her to thaw her frigid response to his frankness concerning her financial attitudes. He can gaze at her ever-so-earnestly (straight into her eyes, Virgos mistrust people who avert their glances) and ask her politely if she’ll suggest a way for him to hang on to some of his income, help him figure out how much of it should be put away for a rainy day (or for a secure future) earning interest. Which would be more advisable, Municipal Bonds, a stock portfolio, a bank savings plan – or maybe a plump china piggy bank at home? She’ll love to be asked, and will have a stream of well-considered, detailed suggestions. If she already knows him reasonably well, she’ll veto the piggy bank right away. Unless he leaves it with her. Too tempting when he weakens.
Most people start out with ambitions for the future, enter a profession or career of their choice, work toward their goal – and eventually, after they’ve enjoyed a fair amount of time of achievement (and tucked away some cash), they retire, and do as they please. The Archers approach the work ethic in reverse.
They like to start out by retiring – or at least, by doing just what they please. If what pleases them is unduly restricted by the demands of employment, they often toss security over their shoulders, shrug – follow the features of their hunches for a while, and figure that, when things get tough, they can always find a different occupation that isn’t so confining. It’s an attitude that horrifies the usually hard-working, efficient and responsible Virgo woman. So she’ll criticize him, first gently – and then, if he continues to behave as though he couldn’t care less about the future, her very real apprehensions will cause her to point out his flaws more sharply.
He’ll fiercely resent what he views as nagging, then pull out his bow and quiver, and aim a few blunt arrows of truth – as he sees it – into the heart of her objections. To work at a job you hate more than you love, only to gain financial security, he’ll tell her, can slowly murder the spirit. He doesn’t know (or care) how other males feel, but as for himself, he believes a man’s work or career should be something he enjoys so much, he would do it without a cent of pay if he had to, because he’s so magnetized by its challenge – because he must express himself in this way, or be forever unfulfilled. (An unfulfilled Archer is a sad and empty man, more so than any other.) I hate to takes sides in an argument between lovers, but astrology forces me to agree with the Centaur’s philosophy on the subject of work. A fringe benefit of such an attitude Virgo should appreciate, is that financial rewards frequently pour in, not despite it, but because of it. It’s never those who set out determined to make a lot of money, with financial security as the bottom line goal, who succeed and become wealthy.
The greatest fortunes never fail to match the greatest achievements, granted by Lady Luck invariably to those who are consumed and obsessed by an idea, so single-minded about it that they’re completely oblivious to the cash remuneration. Their fortunes pile up around them, nearly unnoticed. The Universe smiles on them, because they work with love, not with the apathy of boredom or frustrated resentment. Dr. Land and his obsession with the Polaroid photographic process. Henry and his love affair with his Ford. Tom Edison and the sounds he heard in his head, he desperately had to somehow channel. David Sarnoff… and thousands upon thousands of others.
There are plumbers and electricians who passionately love their work, and couldn’t possibly imagine doing anything else. There are chefs who adore to cook, physicians who desperately long to heal, waiters who are happy talking with people, fascinated by the changing streams of the faces of humanity.
Yes, there are even people who feel a deep, personal satisfaction in scrubbing floors and washing windows – in cleaning. They’re aware of a powerful lifting of the spirits from seeing dirt and untidiness magically change into freshness and shining order. (Virgo should comprehend that!) I know a man who would rather paint houses than be President, truthfully. It exhilarates him in a way he doesn’t try to explain to himself – least of all to anyone else. Albert Schweitzer preferred the hardships of steamy jungles to a chrome-plated, modern science lab, while others prefer the chrome-plated, modern science lab to primitive labor in the jungle. Those who punch their factory time clocks with suppressed bitterness and a sense of futility turn out ugly furniture, not fit to pass down to anyone, hardly fit for the original owner, after a few months. But a man who loves his work is a craftsman, creating miracles from wood and other materials that are treasured for centuries. And so it goes. There was a time when people were more inclined to follow their hearts to their professions, when society made it easier to earn one’s daily bread with love.
Now all we have are square pegs in round holes, and vice versa, because of the rat race called “success,” that turns out, in the end, to be a cruelly false label. Millions ask themselves privately, “Why is success such a failure?” Because it was wrongly defined in the beginning, that’s why. By television commercials .. . and within the glossy ads in magazines. Madison Avenue has a heavy karma ahead, for sure.
Because Virgo contains the seed of purity (purity of thought, intention and action) the Virgin may be moved by her restless, independent Archer’s arguments, and gradually grow to see things through his rosier colored glasses. An end result like that is worth the friction these two must endure from the 4-10 influence of their squared natal Suns. It’s also more than a little possible that she will impress her Sagittarian lover or husband with the stamp of her own kind of patient integrity and sense of responsibility, her ability to keep dreams nice and tidy, polished and gleaming, therefore more apt to be truly beautiful when it’s time for them to come out of their cedarwood drawers and manifest as realities.
In this way, the Virgin and the Centaur can turn the falsely labeled “curse” of their 4-10 vibration of tension into a blessing, by helping each other eliminate their “vices,” through the process of simply exchanging their individual virtues
with one another.
True, there are multitudes of minor matters these two will disagree about, causing periodic conflict between them. But there’s always the man-woman alchemy to soften the hurt of all the things that don’t really matter as much as they think they do. Love’s physical chemistry can cover daily annoyances and irritability with the heavy fragrance of roses, washed by a summer shower, in a garden .. . the joyful feel of damp earth and wet grass, refreshing two hearts and souls grown weary from constant misunderstanding. When the Virgin leans back in her Sagittarian man’s protecting arms, she’ll forgive him most of his trespasses against her, and he’ll forget his own fiery anger over being criticized and doubted. The flames of passion and desire within his Fire Sign nature and the deeper, more quiet needs of her “earthiness” can blend into a contentment and peace between them that forms a foundation for more tolerance toward each other regarding all those unimportant areas of conflict.
But she must take care not to allow her instinctive Virgo detachment and physical aloofness to cause him to feel rejected, because he seeks and needs a more enthusiastic response to his physical expression of tenderness. During the reign of Britain’s Queen Victoria, young women about to be married, who shyly sought advice concerning the proper, ladylike behavior on their honeymoons, were crisply admonished by their mothers to “just lie back and think of England.” There may be times when the Sagittarian man thinks he’s been projected into the Victorian Age with his Virgo lady – his bright and gentle, but somewhat cool, Virgin, who loves him with the same intensity as he loves her, but may be unable initially to express her feelings with as much easy spontaneity as he does so naturally.
Telling her she’s frigid won’t solve the problem. Tactlessness never solves anything. He’ll have to patiently teach her to trust him with her whole self, for patience, unlike “brutal honesty,” can solve anything at all. Once the Virgo woman has learned to be herself with the man she loves, she can make of sexual Oneness a lingering and profound experience for the sometimes clumsy, but cheerful and generous Archer, who has the ability to reach the heights in everything he does .. . not excluding making love.
After they’ve grown accustomed to matching their rhythms in all their communications (they communicate well, these two, both being Mutable) the Virgo woman will lie back on the shoulder of her Sagittarian man, and think of many things other than England. The both possess intelligent, inquiring minds that sparkle with ideas. Then he may be the one who lies there, musing about the British Isles. Some midnight, after they’ve loved, he’ll suddenly ask her if she’d like to forget all about caution and practicality .. . just pack a couple of suitcases tomorrow, lock the front door, give the neighbors the key, so they can drop by to water the plants .. . catch an early flight for London, and arrive in time to hear the chimes of Big Ben by noon. If she’s as smart as Virgos are born to be,
she’ll analyze his skyrocket suggestion carefully for about two and one third seconds, kiss him on the nose, snap on the light, smile into his eyes with her whole heart, and say, “Well, what are we waiting for? You get out the suitcases, and phone the airport, while I’m taking my shower.”