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.