Sunday Scribblings prompt this week is: What’s your Sign? Well, unless this is the very first time you’ve been here I’ll let you off; otherwise it should be no surprise to anybody that I am a Leo.
But what it is it that makes a Leo a Leo? I don’t know. I’ve read all that astrology stuff and I’ve met people that are well into it, but I don’t go for all the 'your ascendancy is in Uranus' and 'rising moon' thing. Well, for a start I just don’t get it and secondly the horoscopes that we read in the paper are aimed at millions of people. They may as well say: ‘You’ll have a good day today’, because it will probably still be applicable to the same amount of people. I read one horoscope about a month ago that told me it was time to get my teeth cleaned! In a way that one was kind of amusing because there was no pretence in reading the future, no, it was just openly saying: We are sponsored by Colgate.
Anyway, that’s my point. That stuff that says ‘A typical Leo is...’ will probably have one sentence that says something about you, but it might have twelve that have nothing to say about you. So are you typical or not?
Really, at the end of the day I like to think that I am an atypical Leo:
Atypical Leos like cats of all shapes and sizes the reason being that an atypical Leo generally likes to snooze in comfortable places. Uncomfortable places do not equal the number of hours an atypical Leo needs to sleep. Atypical Leos relate to their feline counterparts. Note the ‘fe’ in feline like ‘fe’ in female. Tigers have stripes; atypicals have wardrobes full of stripy socks, t-shirts, tops, hair bands, jumpers. Lions have manes; atypicals generally have hair that cannot be tamed. Big Cats roar, atypicals have been known to roar. Cats tend to be independent, apart from the atypicals, which pretty much sums up the atypical Leo. Leo the constellation sparkles down on us, flickering inspiration into open heads and atypicals live with their heads in the clouds a little closer to the stars than most. Leo’s are a fiery sun sign, atypicals can live with that.
You are what you are: a snippet of Leo, a whisper of meaning in the vowels of your name, your eastern side described by the Chinese, your number, your colour, whatever. There are so many different ways to discover our true inner meaning, except actually there’s only one way. Only you can go on the journey and find out who you really are.