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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

By way of antidote to the incendiary quake zone that was Aries season, now may we rest in the realm of the little bull. Ordinarily a luxe zone of sensual delights, we bypass pleasure for treasure with so much at stake as the sun stamps his entry into Taurus.

It is time to make your welcome return to verdant Taurean meadows and the hallowed realm of the sensualist; to eat, drink and make merry, to have and to hold, to dance and to swoon as the band strikes up once more, to sprawl in the everlovin' arms of Mama Nature and drink in everything your felt senses have to offer. The light changes and the birdsong too when we hear the thunder of bullish hooves as the stars remind us once more of all we have been given here on earth.