Celebrating Leo

Leo (♌︎) (Greek: Λέων, Leōn), Latin for Lion, is the fifth sign of the zodiac. It corresponds to the constellation Leo and comes after Cancer and before Virgo. The traditional Western zodiac associates Leo with the period between July 23 and August 22, and the sign spans the 120th to 150th degree of celestial longitude.

Leo is associated with fire, accompanied by Aries and Sagittarius, and its modality is fixed. Under the tropical zodiac, the Sun transits this area on average between July 23 and August 22 each year, and under the sidereal zodiac, the Sun currently transits this area from approximately August 16 to September 16. The constellation Leo is associated with the mythological Nemean lion. The lion is a very important and prominent symbol in Greek mythology. Its opposite sign is Aquarius. – Wikipedia

As a Leo, I am required by law to remind everyone during my month that saying bad things about a Leo is a criminal offense.

As King of the Jungle, Leos are practically perfect in every way (like Mary Poppins) but less smarmy.

If you’ve heard the legend of the “nine old men” who actually run the universe, I’m here to say that it’s all true and that every man (or woman) in the group is a Leo. Please don’t mix us up with Disney’s Nine Old Men. In short, the real nine old men and women run the whole shebang and couldn’t possibly be one of the lesser sun signs. (I’m not old enough to be one of them, so don’t blame me if stuff does wrong.)

We’re usually described like this: “Roll out the red carpet because Leo has arrived. Passionate, loyal, and infamously dramatic, Leo is represented by the lion and these spirited fire signs are the kings and queens of the celestial jungle. They’re delighted to embrace their royal status: Vivacious, theatrical, and fiery, Leos love to bask in the spotlight and celebrate… well, themselves.” – Allure

The trouble with descriptions like this one is they make us sound like we’re so vain we think every song is about us. We’re not vain, we’re honest. If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Or at least admit it.

I hope you enjoy your dog days of August.

Malcolm

Malcolm R. Campbell is the author of “Special Investigative Reporter.” Purchase it during Leo’s month and the nine old men and women will give you a LIKE next to your name in the Akashic records.

Yeah, it’s been great being a Leo, but really, I’m a winter person

If you’re celebrating the summer solstice (June 21) or Midsummer (June 24), you probably love hot weather or, at least fake loving hot weather just so you are part of the “we love summer” fad.

I was supposed to be born in Midwinter (December 21), but my parents wanted a dog-days-of-August baby, so Mother kept jumping out of airplanes to shake things up or to scare me into being born early. She was also a wing walker, but that’s another story.

Suffice it to say, I ended up a Leo, and while it’s been nice being the best of the sun signs, I’d trade away all that glory to have a winter birthday. A little-known fact about my reign as a Leo is that I’m the one who posed for the MGM logo. (My stage name was “Tanner” to help the family duck all the taxes on royalties.)

Frankly, I don’t understand the unwashed’s preoccupation with summer, the days when people sweat like pigs and/or lie around nearly naked and get sunburnt–or worse. Otherwise, they stay inside with the A/C running full blast and then complain about the power bill. The smart summer lovers invest in companies that make sunblock creams and lotions (aka sunscreen) and laugh all the way to the bank while ignoring stories like this: About 75 percent of sunscreens have inferior sun protection or worrisome ingredients.

I was so ticked off about being born in August that ultimately my parents couldn’t do anything with me and pushed me out the car door in the Everglades on their way to Key West. Ultimately, I was raised by gators (the real thing, not those University of Florida wusses). Papa Gator always used to tell me, “Bite first and ask questions later.”

I’m not making this up.

In other news, I unpublished my Facebook author’s page today since the powers that be who run the place have refused to fix the software fault that’s rendered the page nearly useless. There’s a two-week countdown before the page is gone for good.

Malcolm