I was born under the star sign of Mars, our Red Planet.
My firstborn, a daughter, my husband too, all born under the Planet of War.
Three hotheads in one family, can you imagine the heat?
Yet when I think of Mars, I am reminded of Rome and the Gladiators. The giant arena, the Tigers and the blood spilling red. So many people baying for more death, more bloodshed. The sand on the arena floor now the same colour as the dusty red surface of Mars.
I am reminded of the saying, “As above, so below…”
It is hardly surprising that some people think we originally came from Mars, as we all have a war-like tendency from time to time, no matter what star we were born under.
It is almost time for me to move on, but I will linger a few minutes longer, bathing in the warm red glow of Mars.
I look back at the red Planet receding behind me and head towards Venus…
Look what turned up the other day, I just had to capture it…
Rainbows are supposed to be lucky, aren’t they?
Well, I certainly hope so, as there hasn’t been much of it around lately…