Taurus, the Great Living Rock
cosmic bulls, earth lovers, sensual gardeners
The Earth is evoked.
All kinds of sentience sing their songs and dance their dances.
A living, breathing, moving, sensing, feeling, imagining, thinking planet is in their full spring glory. Warmth deepens, night softens, darkness sweetens and day becomes a feast. Our appetites are growing, so is our trust and connection to the abundance and fertility of our planet. We gather around the creative fire of the Earth that has been burning for four and a half billion years, and celebrate all life. This is a festival of aliveness, a festival of shining ones and we are all magnetised and turned on by our planetary flesh and rock.
“No more of your springtimes are needed to win me over- even one flower is more than enough. Before I was named I belonged to you…” Rilke writes and gives words to our belonging. The Earth has won us over, before we were named we belonged to our planet.
