Cosmic Correspondent Kim Rogers-Gallagher has been invited to the planets'
secret hangout. She's the first astrologer to enter this starry domain,
and reports regularly on her findings there.
Meeting the Moon and Shots with
smelled something wonderful. What could it be? Cinnamon? No…apple
pie? Yes, that was it. I was about to ask Jupiter if he'd introduce
me to the Moon, when I saw a tiny, plump lady come out of the kitchen
behind the bar, wearing a very frilly apron. Her hair, like Saturn's,
was snow-white, and she was wiping her hands on a towel. She smiled
maternally at Jupiter, and said, "So this is our girl, hmmm?
came to my eyes immediately—for the second time that day. Jupiter
noticed, pulled out a huge handkerchief, and dabbed at my face, just
about poking me in both eyes. I took the hanky from him and finished
the job myself. The Big Guy's heart certainly was in the right place,
but he's never been known for his grace. The Moon giggled in delight,
patting Jupiter's back. "All right, big fella, give the girl
was obviously in Cancer at the moment, because everything about her
was round. She extended one plump little hand to me, then apparently
thought better of it, and put out her arms. I went to her without
a second thought, enjoying the pleasant fragrance of cinnamon—and
was that roses, too?—that surrounded her. She gave me a hug I'll never
forget, then reached up to smooth my hair. "Oh, I do like that
red on you, dear. It suits you."
smiled and thanked her. She held my face in her hand, and said, "And
such big, brown eyes!"
just couldn't resist piping in. "Yeah, my girl's got some serious
that, everyone laughed—even Venus. The Moon turned to Jupiter and
said, "Let's get that back table set for lunch, shall we?"
She turned to me and patted my arm. "And I want to hear all about
those furry little babies of yours over lunch, too, dear. Do you have
nodded, as Jupiter gathered himself up and made a formal salute. "You
got it, Moon. Anything for you, Mama."
squeezed her face as she turned to disappear back into the kitchen.
I offered to help—because I had a feeling he'd need it—but Jupiter
refused. "No way, honey. You're company." He leaned over
to me and whispered in my ear, "Besides, you should go sit with
Venus for a while. She gets a little testy when she's in Aries and
nobody pays attention to her, ya know? And with Mars being late and
all…" He winked at me as if we were sharing a special secret.
headed over to the bar and sat down next to Venus, still tapping those
long red claws—I mean, nails—on the side of her glass. "Hey,
girl—whassup?" She grinned, and seemed to lose her anger immediately.
And wasn't that just like an Aries planet? As long as they have a
chance to vent, their anger comes and goes quickly. God forbid they
keep it bottled up, however, because it certainly can get ugly while
they're waiting to explode. I complimented her on the tattoo she had
on her ankle, and she noticed mine—the crossed arrow, the symbol for
Sagittarius. I'd had it for years now. "Hey, I like yours, too.
Got any more?"
I pointed to the beauty mark just above my mouth.
leaned towards me, obviously delighted. "No way! That's a tattoo?"
but don't tell anybody. "
not," Venus answered. "But it's way cool. Maybe I'll get
one there, too."
for beauty, you know," I said. She hugged me impulsively.
got one here, too." I pulled my shirt over so she could see the
seagull on my right shoulder. She loved it. "I just love a woman
with guts, you know, girlfriend? And you sure do have guts, dontcha?"
blushed a little. My own Venus was in the Twelfth House, a very secret
place, and compliments always tended to embarrass me. I shrugged my
shoulders. "I guess. Must be the Sag stuff, huh?"
nodded, and laughed. "I just love Sag energy! Love it. Hey, look
at you! Your face is as red as Mars! You gotta get used to people
telling you the nice stuff, girl!"
loved her. But then, how could I not love her? My Sagittarius planets
made me a veritable magnet for Aries energy—always had. Even back
in high school, when I knew nothing about astrology, all my boyfriends
were Aries. I had married an Aries man, and over the course of my
life, was lucky enough to call several of these fiery individuals
both friends and lovers. But meeting Venus in this sign was something
I'd never dreamed of.
do a shot," she said. "You wanna?"
sighed, thought about Saturn's instructions earlier that day, and
gave in. After all, I'm a Sag, and we're not exactly famous for our
willpower. "Okay. But just one. I've got work to do when I get
I got home….
Week: Bonding with Venus and Lunch with the Planets
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