From the book "Astrology for Lovers," written by Liz Green.

Sagittarius
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….the excitement of the aim and the fascination of the journey. Arrival is not the point.

The centaur is a mysterious composite figure of Greek mythology - half horse and half human - who's always shooting his arrow at some distant target over the horizon and then galloping off in hot pursuit. Sometimes he finds the arrow. Sometimes, however, he gets completely sidetracked by all the interesting scenery on the way, until another target beckons.

It is an apt and descriptive image for Sagittarius, the third and most volatile of the fire signs. For this equine archer does indeed aim the flashing arrow of his intuitive visions at some distant goal of the future; and most of his life is spent chasing after one arrow or another. The big question is whether he has aimed true or not. And, after that, whether he can find his arrow at all.

The key theme in all this classical imagery is that what really interests Sagittarius is the excitement of the aim and the fascination of the journey. The goal is really, after all, relatively insignificant. There is a basic attitude innate in Sagittarius that life is an adventure, a journey, a quest - and the real sport of living is to make that journey as interesting, as varied, as expansive, and as informative as possible. Arrival is not the point.

Jupiter, King of the Gods in mythology, is said to be the planetary ruler of Sagittarius. And we can learn a lot about our centaur friends by having a closer look at Jupiter's imposing figure. First of all, he is noble, dignified and majestic. That is, most of the time, when he has his Olympian court around him and plays the hilt of the role rex deibus. He is a consummate actor, our friend Jupiter.

He is also the great profligate of the Olympian heights, a god who is always chasing something or other - mostly women. Some Jupiter-ruled folk take this symbol literally, and they are the Don Juans of the zodiac. It isn't that they are driven by some insatiable sexual passion, though. It's the ideal that drives them, the possibility of something new and exciting. The adventure, the unexplored mystery, the unobtainable goal, the one that got away.

Sagittarius, it seems, has this Jupeterian propensity to be afraid he might be missing something - be it a woman, a project, an idea, a book, a creative work, virtually anything new and untried and unexplored. On a more extroverted level, you'll always find the Sagittarians gathering where a new club has opened up, a hot new restaurant, an artsy film, an exciting workshop or group of some kind.

Some people have used the unkind word 'trendy' to describe this behaviour. What it's really about is that Sagittarius has a remarkable intuitive nose for what's going to be popular before anybody else knows it. It is often the Sagittarius who makes fashion, because he gets there first and gives his often vociferous stamp of approval. And everyone else, knowing that if it weren't good he wouldn't be there, troops after him.

The more introverted Sagittarian may not be found frequenting a new disco or roller skating rink. But he'll usually be miles ahead of everyone else with a new novel, a new philosophy, a new film, a new cultural phenomenon. The same gifted intuition works here, but in a more interior way. And it works, too, with contacts. Nobody has the penchant for making valuable contacts than Sagittarius does.

Somehow it's always the centaur who 'bumps into' the director looking for a new lead, the publisher looking for a new work, the record producer looking for a fresh voice. It can make you tear your hair, the way luck seems to pour from heaven onto Sagittarius' haloed head. But it isn't really luck. It's that remarkable eye for the opportunity, that intuitive nose that can spot a potential or a possibility thirty miles away. And also the impulsiveness, rashness, boldness, call it what you will, that gives Sagittarius the flaming nerves to try his luck, where other signs will cower in the wings waiting for something more concrete.

Boredom is the great enemy of this rampant and random sign, and believe me, they get very easily bored. It takes a mere doing something twice in the same way to push the more restless type of centaur out after the next arrow. After all, he's done that one. Why do it again? Never mind telling him about the rewards of applied, disciplined effort. Pass that advice onto a Virgo or Capricorn. Sagittarius isn't interested. For him, it's the exhilaration of the process of getting there, not the kind of reward you can hold in your hand. Besides, if he ever got to hold it in his hand, he'll no doubt spend it within five minutes anyway.