The Corporal Field of Belonging
Art @brookeshaden
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.
Rebirth is tethering itself to the new cycle of Jupiter and Urania, still a red letter day away. Restlessness yet pulls us from the safety of snoring norms and hurls us upon this evolutionary altar, no longer able to hide from its demands nor refuse its toll. Aries still clutches retrograde to its flaming breast and knows that Merc's final week will slip secrets under the door. Note well the puzzles incomplete and the mysteries unsolved as resolution beckons from the far side of next week.
The key to all this change lies tucked inside. Taurus reconnects us to our true nature and its home ground. Biology reflects more than biography, it is our pendulum and guide. Our capacity to ignore or underresource the temple we inhabit this life is staggering. Despite abuse and wilful ignorance, the body never lies. It knows what you need better than you think you do. It mainly operates in spite of your consent or denial. And it has been waiting patiently for your call and the embrocation of your loving attention since day one.
Taurus season's integrative medicine delivers a prescription that calls us to embodiment. To immerse ourselves in the world of our senses. To eat and drink and be merry, to dance and laugh and love. Yes even now. Especially now. The little bull's domain is a fecund field of dreams. Its smorgasbord of sensuality as offering and living prayer to the mighty forces reshaping us.
And in this strange evolving lifescape, where nothing but change is certain and the ground yet quakes, the port in this storm is inside us. Take blessed shelter there.
be easy.
take your time.
you are coming
home.
to yourself.
- the becoming | wing
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2024