I like Meghan’s relocation chart. It brings her Mercury with the Node to the MC -Barbara
There you have it, Barbara! She brought all her Leo fire to the top! That is a fact that remains open to interpretation. Tr. Node in royal Leo, too. Not everyone enjoyed the preacher's speech, but others say "
it’s was a much needed change to brighten up these usually boring royal weddings" or "
he was fabulous! The faces of the royals while he lit it up were priceless. Best royal wedding ever, very funny and uplifting."
The phrase "
to get on like a house on fire" is quite common in the UK. In order to complement the preacher's inspired speech the Choir of St George's Chapel should have sang:
"Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say
Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down"
This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
"Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night"
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Girl On Fire is about new beginnings, new perspectives and fresh starts. It’s about finding your own inner strength and channeling it in a way you’ve never tried before. To be “on fire” is to allow yourself the freedom to take full control of who you are and how you want to live your life. To live your passion and shine your light unabashedly!! It’s that moment you choose to claim your power and be extraordinary!" Alicia Keys
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The preacher later returned to [philosopher] de Chardin, who he said had argued that "if humanity ever captured the energy of love, it would be the second time in history that we have discovered fire".
Since Portugal is known as Britain’s oldest ally, i rather quote our greatest poet Luis Vaz de Camoes (1524-25? – 10 June 1580):
Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,
a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.
It’s being enslaved of your own free will;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.
But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?
Translation: Richard Zenith
