Smelling Roses or Rot

Picasso's 1933 etching, Minotaur kneeling over sleeping women, an absolute fave of this Toro rising

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.

The sands are still shifting until June. Our excursion into the bull's run offers an unparalleled opportunity to get thy hooves on the ground, even if the smoke is yet to clear. Taurus delights and deciphers through the senses, which is why their intuition is ever the faithful servant. Emulate this handiest of lifeskills by upping your self care, making the effort to treat each of your senses every day. By connecting with our body and the earth do we best connect to Self. Your inner GPS is the only one worth charging up right now.

Beware the bullheaded pitfalls of the season. Well may you wish to grab life by the horns but the slow steadiness of these natives is a better bet. In flux if you are too fixed, stubbornly refusing to budge or thundering about in a blind rage, you will be lanced. On the flipside, flatulent overindulgence as distraction from the pressing evolutionary imperative is anathema to the process. Steady as she goes.

Here the sun languishes in wait for Uranus and the Moon in mid May, when the playing field significantly shifts. Life won't look like it does now. Our approach is best sure footed, well nourished and grounded. Set thy truculence aside so you may sniff out the sweetness beneath your snout. This month is built on smelling the roses rather than the rot.


Words c. Kerrie Basha