A new Taurus Moon softens the edges of our intensified lives. This is energy which has no interest in mind play but which reminds us to nourish ourselves on the sound of rain falling, to cherish the feel of cool dirt between our fingers as we settle seedlings into the earth. Taurus wants to harvest the rhubarb, caress the dough and sit late in the afternoon at the kitchen table feeling the sun on its skin while the baking pie fills the room with smells so exotic and primal we know better than to try to capture the sensation with thought.
Scorpio, which has always counseled us to honor instinct, will deliver notes written in invisible ink as it takes over Sunday night’s sky in the guise of a full moon. The emotional riddles unraveling inside of you cannot be solved with your intellect. When the mind attempts to control the feelings bubbling up to the surface, you will only feel out of control. But if you can drop away from a need to make literal sense of things for a few days, you’ll find that you have released yourself from an old fear pattern which you’ll never be able to access directly through your head.