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.

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.

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.