Taurus season hits different as the wagging tail end of eclipse season, just a week and change to go. Now grounding our freshest initiations into the body by reconnecting us deeply to the realm of our many senses. Here what we feel inside translates as bespoke wisdom for sentient beings coded for nature and wired for ground.

Eyes of fire turn now as Taurus season arrives like a balm, a field of corporal belonging we can sink deeply into no matter which way eclipse season has spun us. As the sun crosses the border from an incendiary Aries season that saw many an old world burn, he squares Pluto to refresh the dark lord's oldest refrain. The old world's death cult reaching its expiry as all the 'cides collide.

Taurus season arrives amid eclipses, retrogrades and change writ large. Though the luxe lair of the little bull is renowned for its feet on the ground fixed nature, myriad factors conspire to make this Taurean jaunt wildly unpredictable.

In the shadow of some heavy planetary jostling, our serene Lady of Love exits the ram's lair for her home state. A torrid crossing that saw her squaring Pluto's anaretica as issues of power and control challenged heartfelt values. Once more with feeling. Venus arrives to her domicile and sinks herself gratefully into its fleshy welcome.

Mercury has landed fleet footed in Taurus, the psychopomp arriving to eclipse territory with more than a few tricks up his fluttering sleeve. Here for his longest stretch in decades thanks to an incoming retrograde. Its shadow already dancing at the far end of this week, only adding to its now or neverness.

Merc has spent the week pinballing through Taurus and this weekend our fleet footed messenger gets all the bells dinging. Making multiple aspects, synchronising impact and playing fast and loose with our hammering headspaces.

Taurus season arrives this transformational year as a portal that will carry us through eclipses, retrogrades and change writ large. Though the lair of the little bull is renowned for its feet on the ground fixed nature, myriad factors conspire to make this Taurean jaunt unlike any other. A tale told in two parts as its mirror held up to us grants passage through rampant revolution.

Taurus season is a standing invitation to dive all the way back into the body, in case you inexplicably lost your way. The looking glass of the modern world too often holds us trapped in our minds, a prison of our own making.

Each of the astrological seasons this year are distinct, immersive and transformational. We are four from four, darklings. Taurus season still calls our senses back from the flames, reclaims our body and places it firmly on even footing, grounds it and us back in the natural world we too often miss for what we build on top of it. But this transitional year it comes with a bull's kicker.

As the first planet to outrun the Aries stellium, Venus' sashay into Taurus today grounds our freshest initiations in the body by reconnecting us deeply to our senses. Here what we feel inside translates the wisdom etched on our bones as sentient beings and relegates heady conclusions back to their place. Venus' home state is the realm of the sensualist and the ardent pursuit of the pleasure principle as guide to life. 

Though the tidal pull has been deep and dark it has served its holy purpose, permitting us to scrub off the scourge of the old world and our uneasy place in it. Unsustainable living and PPE that ignored the greater good are so last year. The new moon in Taurus arrives as invitation and invocation alike. It is past time to break new ground as we each plant ourselves anew in a rebirthing earth.

Taurus season always arrives like a balm, a field of belonging we can sink deeply into no matter which way our year and world has spun. That has never been more true than this ride around the sun. As he crosses the border from an incendiary Aries season that saw the old world burn, the earthy grounding of the little bull's playing field proffers welcome relief and good grounding.

If last week was transformation by fire and the glare of the full moon, this week expect the lightning to strike. In a few hours and throbbing away for the rest of the week, Urania and the sun meet in Taurus for the first time since the 1940s and the crackle is palpable.

As the full moon still ripples post peak there is yet more change afoot and no time to bleat. We have now farewelled the twisted firestarter with a weird Neptunian chaser that was Aries season. The sun has moved mansions into Taurus overnight, dragging Venus over the border into Aries as he goes.

By way of antidote to the incendiary quake zone that was Aries season, now may we rest in the realm of the little bull. Ordinarily a luxe zone of sensual delights, we bypass pleasure for treasure with so much at stake as the sun stamps his entry into Taurus.

Achtung darklings as our season of dramatic change rolls on. Very soon now Urania makes his epic move from Mars ruled Aries into Venus ruled Taurus, as lady love nods her approval from Aquaria. Our world rebalancing over the next seven years from a skewed masculine dominance to the equally powerful balm of the feminine. We will learn how to care for, protect and preserve all that we love.

It is time to make your welcome return to verdant Taurean meadows and the hallowed realm of the sensualist; to eat, drink and make merry, to have and to hold, to dance and to swoon as the band strikes up once more, to sprawl in the everlovin' arms of Mama Nature and drink in everything your felt senses have to offer. The light changes and the birdsong too when we hear the thunder of bullish hooves as the stars remind us once more of all we have been given here on earth.

The sun sweeping into Taurus is ever the grounding antidote to the Aries firestorm. We need the Ram's chutzpah and vim to put a rocket beneath us, drying our tears and heating us back up after nearly drowning in Pisces eclipse season. And then as the weeks roll by in a blur of imperatives and explosive breakthroughs, I crave the Venusian vibes that our little bull brings.