In astrology, as in life, it's easy to get ahead of yourself. To float above or beyond the present moment. Gemini season begins in a frenetic nanosecond, accelerating the pace with its switch hitting shape shifting buttons pressing ch-ch-change on repeat. But first darklings, press pause to make the very most of our last moments in the langorous little bull's realm.

Counting the minutes to this month's dark moon, she who will deliver us beyond our first eclipse season of the year and slingshot us towards the future. After a rampant season of retrograde designed to shift the hold of the past, this seismic new moon operates like a deep space pulse that will ricochet through our worlds. The Taurus new moon incoming is heavily aspected by design and some incredible cosmic geometry is already taking shape.

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.

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.

This week is utterly magic though what that looks like and how that manifests is up to you. Magic is neutral until you add intention, charge and reception. The shockwaves common to it can evoke or electrocute, largely dependent over the next few days on whether you have already boarded the revolutionary train to The Future.

Nearly through the first scrambling week of Mercury's retrograde, its partnership with the eclipse portal is becoming more apparent. So too our collective need to move beyond hysterical reactivity, starry eyed bypassing and random planetary excuse generation.

This all too regular rx transit amplifies Mercury's rulership, and too our chronic dependency on tech. We have long traded our bodies and their innate guidance systems for EMFs and little black boxes, housing screens that constantly pull us away from the truth that lives in our cells.

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.

In the shadow of some heavy planetary jostling, our serene Lady of Love exits the ram's lair for her home state. A torrid crossing that saw her squaring Pluto's anaretica as issues of power and control challenged heartfelt values. Once more with feeling. Venus arrives to her domicile and sinks herself gratefully into its fleshy welcome.

Mercury has landed fleet footed in Taurus, the psychopomp arriving to eclipse territory with more than a few tricks up his fluttering sleeve. Here for his longest stretch in decades thanks to an incoming retrograde. Its shadow already dancing at the far end of this week, only adding to its now or neverness.

Merc has spent the week pinballing through Taurus and this weekend our fleet footed messenger gets all the bells dinging. Making multiple aspects, synchronising impact and playing fast and loose with our hammering headspaces.

Taurus season arrives this transformational year as a portal that will carry us through eclipses, retrogrades and change writ large. Though the lair of the little bull is renowned for its feet on the ground fixed nature, myriad factors conspire to make this Taurean jaunt unlike any other. A tale told in two parts as its mirror held up to us grants passage through rampant revolution.

Taurus season is a standing invitation to dive all the way back into the body, in case you inexplicably lost your way. The looking glass of the modern world too often holds us trapped in our minds, a prison of our own making.

Each of the astrological seasons this year are distinct, immersive and transformational. We are four from four, darklings. Taurus season still calls our senses back from the flames, reclaims our body and places it firmly on even footing, grounds it and us back in the natural world we too often miss for what we build on top of it. But this transitional year it comes with a bull's kicker.

As the first planet to outrun the Aries stellium, Venus' sashay into Taurus today grounds our freshest initiations in the body by reconnecting us deeply to our senses. Here what we feel inside translates the wisdom etched on our bones as sentient beings and relegates heady conclusions back to their place. Venus' home state is the realm of the sensualist and the ardent pursuit of the pleasure principle as guide to life. 

Though the tidal pull has been deep and dark it has served its holy purpose, permitting us to scrub off the scourge of the old world and our uneasy place in it. Unsustainable living and PPE that ignored the greater good are so last year. The new moon in Taurus arrives as invitation and invocation alike. It is past time to break new ground as we each plant ourselves anew in a rebirthing earth.

Taurus season always arrives like a balm, a field of belonging we can sink deeply into no matter which way our year and world has spun. That has never been more true than this ride around the sun. As he crosses the border from an incendiary Aries season that saw the old world burn, the earthy grounding of the little bull's playing field proffers welcome relief and good grounding.

If last week was transformation by fire and the glare of the full moon, this week expect the lightning to strike. In a few hours and throbbing away for the rest of the week, Urania and the sun meet in Taurus for the first time since the 1940s and the crackle is palpable.

As the full moon still ripples post peak there is yet more change afoot and no time to bleat. We have now farewelled the twisted firestarter with a weird Neptunian chaser that was Aries season. The sun has moved mansions into Taurus overnight, dragging Venus over the border into Aries as he goes.