Presently the Sun is in Leo, where it will stay until moving into the sign of Virgo on Saturday 23 August.
I’m quite pleased about this – I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for Leo. Not that I have any particularly Leonine friends or acquaintances, mind you. (Perhaps that helps?)
Back in the (not-too-distant) day when all I knew about astrology was via Linda Goodman’s Love Signs, Milton Black’s little yearly sun-sign booklets and Athena Starwoman’s columns in Woman’s Day, the descriptions of Leo were the ones that leapt off the page for me. That’s Leo: larger than life, golden, lit from within by its ruler the Sun. A natural performer. At home in the limelight.
As a shy young Piscean, I was a little afraid of Leo who would, I thought, overpower me. Fizzle me out (not that I had a lot of fizzle to start with). The negatives attributed to Leo go something like this: self-centred. Arrogant. Selfish. Overbearing. To me this all sounded terrifying.
Now, though, I rather like the idea of basking in the fiery glow of Leo. I’m ready to be charmed, and to charm in return. To catch some of that lust for life. Inject a little drama into the humdrum.
Bring it on, luscious Leo. Bring it on.
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