April 19 - May 20, 2021
To be born under the auspices of Taurus is to hearken in the soul back to the Ancient Kingdoms, when the constellation was the guardian of the spring equinox, and the sacred bull was an emissary of the Sun. Natives will recognize in themselves those many stories across cultures of golden calves, brazen horned gods, and cow-eyed mother goddesses. Manilius says of Taurus: “The bull will dower the countryside with honest farmers and will come as a source of toil into their peaceful lives; it will bestow, not the gifts of glory, but the fruits of the earth. It bows its neck amid the stars and of itself demands a yoke for its shoulders. When it carries the Sun’s orb on its horns, it bids battle with the soil begin and rouses the fallow land to its former cultivation, itself leading the work, for neither pauses in the furrows nor relaxes its breast in the dust.” Taurus, the fixed earth sign, possesses (in addition to its steady strength) a silken voice and quiet determination. It is both pleasure seeker and plow puller, which need not be a contradiction, as long as it can keep what it works for, go at its own pace, and not be sacrificed on the altar of labor. Taurus is here to learn what it wants, what it needs, and what it takes to make a good life.
For all of us, the usually languorous landscape of Taurus this month (and this year) is being churned up and disrupted by a procession of planets traipsing through, some moving faster than others, and some leaving deeper impressions than others. Mercury enters on Monday, just ahead of the Sun, where he has been burning through purgatory in the last degrees of Aries. With his fiery passage, the bull leapers have performed their dangerous feats, we have made the sacrifice to Moloch, paid tribute to the Minotaur, and we may now cross over the threshold into the next sign. Once ingressed, the two join in the Bacchic party that, during the course of the season, will also host Venus, Lilith, Uranus, Ceres, and the Moon. We have also arrived at the cross-quarter phase of the year, and soon the Beltane fires will be lit, and the cattle run through the smoke. It is a time to conceive and to betroth, and to propitiate the life-giving Sun, for the health of the crops and the community. For better or for worse, it’s a shake-up in the psyche for sure, but Taurus knows better than anyone that you must first till the soil to prepare a good bed for your seeds. And so, in the wise words of the quintessential Taurus anthem: if there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now…it’s just a spring clean for the May Queen. By the end, we will hopefully emerge with our desires, values and convictions clearer and stronger, and embodying more of the Taurus motto, that is, to be a rock, and not to roll.