Taurus Anaretica
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.
Taurus season has been a wilder ride this year, ground zero for shocking revelation. Urania throwing sparks from its outer reaches - right where we find ourselves - creates a strange dynamic undercurrent that unsettles even the most fixed stuck in the muds. Electrified discomfort by design that has illuminated everything stealing peace or pleasure, comfort or safety from our lives. The body never lies. An overstuffed or underexercised mind never listens to it. Put your ear to its home ground and your hands upon its shifting skin and it will show you where, how, who.
Anaretic degree of Taurus thy name is mud that is easy to get bogged down in. The final trudge to the gates of change shows us where we stubbornly resist the revolutionary imperative, digging hooves in or refusing to read the room. Even as the world lunges clumsily towards something new, the past is not letting go nor giving up its spoils of war. Still trying to cut a deal or cop a plea? There is no shade from lightning. Extinction is coming for those who will not evolve through this tectonic reshaping of all our worlds. No point shouting at the mountain if you will not make your way through the dark forest.
From ruins and loss does nature always reclaim us. Sprout among crumbling facades and all the smithereens as testament. Relentless proof of life that resonates, tempting our essence again into saving this last seasons' seeds and sowing them for later. Ground yourself in the next place you will soon take flight from. Softening into the shift instead of perpetually bracing for impact garners a different welcome.
You don't measure love in time. You measure love in transformation.
~ Jeff Brown
Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025