Starting the A to Z Blogging Challenge today!
Thanks to NPR, the Minnesota Planetarium Society, and the rotation of the earth I’ve learned that despite thinking I was a Taurus my whole life, I’m really an Ares. Good old Ophiuchus threw a real monkey wrench into long-established astrological thought.
Now, astrology is not my strong suit. Don’t buy into it at all. It’s obviously pure gobbledegook.
At least that’s what I thought until my zodiacal (rhymes with maniacal) designation changed from an earth sign – creative writer, cook, gardener, fiber artist – to a fire sign.
Fire? Wha …?
No longer a strong and
stubborn sturdy Bull but the God of War? Really? As an Ares, I’m supposed to be a starter but not a finisher. Energetic, workaholic, fiercely independent, quick to anger, make decisions very quickly, friendly but sometimes tactless.
Really? Well … maybe. Sometimes. Okay, a lot.
But Tauruses (Taureans?) are supposed to be nurturing, earthy and practical. Which I am, sorta. And I do finish things. I do. Not everything, of course. That would be crazy making.
Now I’m not supposed to get along with Leos. Hey, guess who’s a Leo? K is! And you know what? We get along better than any two people we know. Seriously.
Of course, the key is in the interpretations – whether you’re talking horoscopes and the zodiac or tarot cards. And knowing the supposed characteristics of different signs can be quite helpful under the right circumstances.
For example, sometimes when a character – especially a secondary character – gives me trouble I choose a zodiac sign and read about it. Sometimes – not always – that provides a spark, a framework upon which to build more of the character’s personality. You can employ psychological types, homeopathic psychology, tropes and archetypes in much the same way.
Haven’t tried making a character an Ophiuchus yet. But I will. Tools are tools, however obscure.