Season of Ancient Magic

Taurus season comes to us in the very heart of spring — a season of growth, life, joy, transformation, and magic — swirling with the energy of all the elements. Taurus is fixed earth as the airy east brings winds of change. Beltane ignites the sacred fires, and the spring rains cleanse and nourish the soil. Everything dances together in this season of richness; it is a time to connect with our desire energy and let the truth within expand and flourish.

Everything is growing and everything has the potential to grow. This is the season of the most pure and ancient magic. Do you want to create prosperity? Abundance? Love? Pleasure? Cast your wishes into the heart of this season and watch them grow like anahata (heart chakra) green transforming the earth. Christopher Renstrom writes that Taurus is the living embodiment of the law of attraction. “You don't have to go after what you want in life, because it often comes to you.”

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Includes:

• Taurus musings, poetry, and practices

• An invocation to summon material wealth and flow

• Free access to my seasonal workshops

• Seasonal crystal and essential oil correspondences

• Reading recommendations

• Spotify playlists

We begin in the east. With the life-fuel of breath. With the voice of our sacred song. Inspiration. The untamable spirit. The air.

We begin with not knowing, with surrendering to the unseen and unpredictable. We begin with our ability to imagine possibility from nothing. We begin with the warrior, the eastern sun, the initiation of the Aries flame.

We begin with inspired action, independence, and the confidence of having an idea born from divinity. We begin when we incarnate into a blueprint of sacred fire. When we listen to the inner voice and trust in the process of personal awakening and evolution.

We begin when the music of Spirit is too beautiful to ignore, when the wonder of nature offers her infinite prosperity, when we trust in the embodiment of fire into self. Of life-force into activation.

We begin when the burning of bliss becomes an invitation to fly. When we realize we have wings. When we are not afraid to jump. We begin the moment we realize that we can never fail at being ourselves, but we have to face the fear of being known.

We begin when we become leaders of our own story, our own ideas, our own process, our own outcome. We begin where we are. We begin with love. We begin.

There’s a shift in the air.

This is probably the most mentally restless time of the year. The end of winter stirs up everything we kept hidden in hibernation. It awakens new possibilities. Rekindles old feelings. Asks new questions. We may find ourselves unable to settle for the day, to choose something, to find a direction. Old ways of thinking create agitation, tell us that we’re being careless, distracted, irresponsible. (How easy it is to forget that we can let the old ways go.) Are we really meant to hang on to the same way of doing things for all eternity? How does that work in a reality guided by time, seasons, and cycles? It doesn’t.

We are cyclical beings. We grow, we change, we evolve, we shed old skins and step into new seasons. Time gives us the magic of possibility. We arise anew every day.

Agitation is just an energy that can’t find a direction. Restlessness is just an energy that seeks to create. Distraction wants to try something new. Can we channel the wisdom of this season into an ever-flowing and shifting stream? Can we harness our own cyclical nature and remember that everything has its season? This upcoming season of Pisces is a reminder that water never holds its form. It’s mutable. It may be a still lake or a raging waterfall. It’s melting ice and dense fog. It pours like heavy rain or floats like weightless snow. The river is never really still. It’s always seeking the larger ocean.

A human being, a creator, doesn’t have one mode, one system of doing things. Everyday your body changes and your mind adapts. Let the energy of the season flow through you and guide you to something new and inspired. Not every idea will work out. Not every interest will last forever. But maybe it’s all part of the spiralic, cyclical path that is leading you to where you want to be. For now. Because everything is always changing.

And so we begin the shortest day in the North, in the realm of scented pine and weathered ash. We arise as the sun rises in the northeast, a dim day with a new beginning. And while the candle flames dance for the longest night and the hearth warms our cold winter bones, we tell tales of Fate and Destiny…

We celebrate and embrace in winter’s womb for the sun god’s rebirth and a new year of possibility.

We rekindle words left unsaid and the laughter that we sheltered under smooth lines and the guise of responsibility.

Perhaps we pray to Desire herself to align with Destiny’s path — allowing her to paint vibrant colors on our many disciplines and devotions.

Perhaps we let Fate whisper secrets into the dreamtime.

Perhaps our memories and magic inspire Time to soften his hard edges, so that every resolution and karmic unfolding become a story written from the heart.

But, perhaps, just for now, we stand beneath the sun god’s low winter light and simply affirm, in this season and the next, I will love you.

We have entered the depths of Scorpio season in the northern hemisphere, where the transformation between summer and winter quickly unfolds. The cool winds from the West now have a sharper edge that gets into the bones. Shifting temperatures bring thick fogs and gray clouds. Our bodies adjust accordingly with the shorter days, and, for many, the decreasing energy and productivity can create the fear that we're not doing enough. But when I listen to the indigo twilight evening, I am reminded that nature is always enough. There is a deeper wisdom in the spacious night and in the quiet contemplations of our soul's journey. And sometimes our dharma is to rest. Sometimes the pause is a call for healing. Sometimes we just need to give ourselves space for the transformational process to unfold.

The truth is, we all change. We all grieve. We all have insecurities and fears. We all have moments of shame and guilt. We all make mistakes. We have all experienced illness or dis-ease. We all have karmas. We all have "shadows" that we keep hidden, because we think we are alone. But we are never alone. We live on a planet of 8 billion people -- all navigating the human journey.

When I contemplate the human experience, I realize that none of us will ever truly achieve perfection. And it's too stressful to try. What we CAN aim for is beautiful imperfection. We can celebrate every awkward conversation, every mistake, and every unmet expectation as a hug from the divine creator expressing through us. And we can do our best to wish happiness and peace for every being -- human, animal, plant, dust -- also expressing through their beautiful imperfection. For me personally, when I can do that, it's very difficult to feel alone. It feels like we are all one.

And here we stand at the threshold between worlds, in the liminal space between day and night. Here we watch as the sun rises into a new season, as the cold Libra winds from the east bring shifting temperatures amidst darker days. And to the east, we say thank you.

It is here, in this moment at the doorway that we fortify our lasting strength. Here we receive the life force of the south, in crackling fires and the warm fruits of our abundant summer harvest. And to the south, we say thank you.

It is here in the realm of autumn, in the mist-filled golden hours of both dream and dreamer where creations unfold. Here we experience the beauty of transitions in the vibrant colors of the west, her radiant sunsets on every fallen leaf and moss-covered stream. And to the west, we say thank you.

It is here on our changing earth, in the hibernating forests, in the magnificent ecology of the Gaia-force where we land and receive. Here we enter the nighttime realm of our ancestors of the north, where the veil becomes more permeable and the trees whisper secrets of the old ones who never left. And to the north, we say thank you.

Thank you.
And so it is.

I am the daughter of sun and fire. Born on the longest day of the year in the North where the sun never set. It’s difficult for me to rise before the sun. It’s nearly impossible to be productive after it fades to dark. Even my golden hair becomes murky auburn in the darker months and my eyes fade to a seafoam gray. There’s a mute coldness in my belly and inspiration comes in quiet waves. Winter is hard.

And yet, the roots of my pagan ancestors stir me to enchantment even in the coldest months. From the ancient Norse year to the Celtic sabbats to the shores of Avalon and the great wheel of the Cosmos. The medicine found in nature can still take my breath away — in crusty melting snow, dried branches, and colorless skies. Because I know there’s a time for fire and a time for dreams. A time for action and a time for rest. Winter’s last breath is the stirring within the cocoon that makes me shiver with anticipation. I can only imagine the beauty of the emergence when it comes.

And now, in Pisces season, the last month of winter, we see the melting ice flow to streams and waterfalls, rainbows in the freezing dew, pockets of rain and snow in all moods and temperatures. Hope, despair, grief, and joy ebb and flow like the changing waters and impatient clouds. I become sleepy, because Dreamtime beckons and my body aches to prepare. The fire grows brighter — from a flickering candle flame to a steady warmth. Flowing water, cool air, and softening earth give me permission to heal. To watch and wait.

Here, now — slowly awakening in the cocoon to breathe the last of winter’s breaths.

And so we connect with the element of air and the cold winds of winter, breathing and receiving the awakened breath for clear vision and expanded possibility. May the air keep us alert, aware, and present — so that we receive the wisdom of living in alignment with the ever-changing breeze and the messages that guide us to evolve in love.

As the air arrives from the east, it alights the fires of the south within — the passion and purpose that fuels creation. May the growing sun give us light and sustenance for the days ahead as it stirs and awakens the lifeblood of body and spirit. Let us gather together to warm our hearts by Brigid’s hearth, allowing hope to transform inspiration into manifestation. And with the fires of life, we remember. Everything we need is within.

Healing arrives from the west in the silent snows that blanket the earth, crystalline water of full-spectrum light, and the eventual melting of ice into streams and waterfalls. The waters nourish our emotional landscape, dissolving hard edges and pain into generosity, gratitude, and true affection. Water, thank you for teaching us how to be in the flow of love and to recognize the other as they are, beyond our perceptions of self — and to love every wave, ripple, and direction as an individual miracle in the totality of the ocean.

And with these seeds, we lovingly root into the nurturing soil of the mother in the north. Earth, thank you for providing everything we need to heal and create magic from your life-giving grid. With your guidance, we remember the sacred rhythm of giving and receiving — and as we heal from the earth, it heals from us. Thank you for allowing us to be part of this living and breathing biome of creation, and we trust that with your love our seeds will root, grow, and blossom into the beauty and love that is our divine purpose.

And so it is.