Pluto’s shift to direct motion this week has been something else. Generally, when Pluto changes direction, it happens slowly enough that it largely escapes notice. This time, though, nearly everyone I’ve come in contact with has had some kind of very Plutonian experience in the last few days.
Taurus. Stable, serene, abundant. The zodiac’s port in a storm. Bulls have a way of calming the wild beast and making us all feel that everything will be okay. But what about in love?
Aries. The warriors of the zodiac. These heroic Rams are leaders and pioneers who will fight to the death for the ones they love. But partnering with one? You’ve got to be kidding, right?
Aries are well known hotheads. They generally have a hair-trigger temper and rarely back down from a fight. But why are they like this? Surely this can’t be fun for them? No one can actually be happy this way, right? Well, actually, they can. Aries is ruled by Mars, which is the warrior of the
Oh Pisces. Sweet, loving, ethereal Pisces. They are the dreamers of the zodiac, transcending the mundane and finding the beauty in all they behold. They remind us that we are more than just a body. We are spirits, shining souls temporarily in earthly vessels. They are breathtaking.
You walk swiftly up the slopes of the volcano you call home. Your feet, strong and practiced, easily navigate the rough pumice on your path. A hot, wild wind howls across the crater, whipping your flaming locks across your face. Movement in a nearby crevasse catches your eye. You look and see a timid young
A Taurus Moon is a beautiful thing. The fixed earth of Taurus creates a sense of stability in the otherwise erratic Moon, and the influence of Venus, Taurus’ ruler, lends itself to a profound appreciation of the sweetness of life. No wonder the Moon is exalted in Taurus. Jealous yet? Me too. But the Moon
When we talk about Chiron, we often focus on the wound. Here is the perpetual pain, the permanent vulnerability individual to each of us. We peer into our own souls and sometimes even wallow in our own sorrow, comparing our battle scars. What we focus less on is the aspect of the healer.
