Taurus Landing in Post Eclipse Terroir

Photography by Tim Walker

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.

Venus' home state is the domain of the natural sensualist who elevates experience by making it real. Felt. Known. Embodied. Taurus relishes the pleasure principle as guide to life, now also operating as compulsory counterbalance to atrocity and despair. Life and our capacity to live it must exist along a spectrum or neither bear any weight for long. Pleasure is already woefully misunderstood courtesy of a porn culture that commodified it into sex and a rape culture that wilfully misunderstands the word no.

Pleasure, from the Latin that describes the sensation of feeling pleased, is inherent consent to cultivate joy. Personal permission to delight and revel, yes even amid the mayhem and persistent horrors. Perhaps especially because of them. Its state of grace is revolutionary as empire falls and grab at heavy hearts in fear and loathing. Moments spent enjoying the simplest things feel punk as fuck.

True nature is calling from the wilderness that lives outside these fancy cages and tech traps. That knowing is an overdue petition. That rumbling in your belly is a hunger. Because if you don't sink your teeth into life, it will most assuredly feed upon you.


The gods envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.
~ Homer's Iliad


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025