The Persistence of Taurus
Art by @mr.babies
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.
Urania and the North Node, still firmly ensconced in Taurus until July, will ensure that the wake up calls arrive thick and fast. Merc's retrograde kicking off any minute now guarantees scrambling, revision and review. Their combined purpose will serve to set us each on a path beyond our histories, future facing and aligned to our soul self hearing the call of the new world. Mixed well with the initiation and relinquishing inherent in this eclipse season, we will be irrevocably changed by this passage. It's hard to believe it is still only April as 2023 has its way with our world.
Taurus calls us deeply into the solid ground of our bodies and life on earth as part of the natural world. Anchored in whatever you are right now, rather than where you'd like to be. Our fleshy vessels carry the imprint of all that has ever touched us, trauma and triumph and every little thing between. This sign prioritises somatic truths and the body's sacred terroir, far beyond the gaslighting and abandonment demanded by the old world. We are primed for bodywork that shifts deeply ingrained patterning, mends damaged circuitry and balms the spirit trapped in scar tissue.
No matter how we may baulk at relentless evolutionary thresholds, Taurus is nothing if not persistent. Its fixed nature holds us firmly in this wild season and to its demands. Nourishment is its love language, possessing an inherent mainline to the balm of beauty and the pleasure principle. Patience bides its time, and ours, so that change sticks even if at first we are averse and craving only the comfort of what we know. Strength is salvation in troubling times. Taurus knows we are stronger than we think and here by request, claiming our golden ticket to ride these waves of change.
be easy.
take your time.
you are coming
home.
to yourself.
- the becoming | wing
Poem by Nayyirah Waheed
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2023