Taurus Season? This Metaphysician Is In!
Taurus season is my favorite season—a time of new beginnings and solid foundations, of practical magic and gentle progress. As of today’s new moon in Taurus, it’s also a time to manifest graceful, step-by-step change, especially when it comes to your financial and creative resources. Don’t force these goals. Let them come to you, ideally as you take a moment to breathe in May’s sweet air.
Venus rules Taurus, but in the most stabilizing ways. In this sign she is about natural bounty, living in rhythm with Mama Earth. Not for nothing was Mother Mary, that beacon of radical receptivity, born this month. For the next few weeks, life is one big pink peony—-gorgeous at every stage, pleasing to every sense. Which is to say: I’m always excited 
to see my clients but reading for them right now is like filling my office with spring’s most beautiful blooms. If you’ve been considering booking an intuition session, may I suggest doing so now? No matter what’s going on in your life, we’ll have so much fun.
A View from the Bridge (Sorry, Mr. Miller)
I keep having a dream that I’m crossing the Massachusetts Avenue bridge connecting Boston to Cambridge. I suppose I could look up the name–doubtless one or two of you know the answer–but what really lingers when I wake is a dreamy possibility. Some part of me doesn’t want any concrete facts to disrupt that feeling.
Growing up I always loved the view from that bridge–an updated Monet painting, with the Charles River a big, dipping blue, sailboats and tiny motorboats bobbing, young and old people clutching hats and drinks. Flanking both sides were rising trees and sleek roadways–toy-cars in the grand scale afforded by that bridge. To the Northeast I could see the Museum of Science, where my father took me on Saturday mornings to study chemistry and cubs. To the Southwest were the parks, fields, all the homes I knew best.
‘Homecoming’: Venus in Virgo
I’ve watched the brilliant Netflix concert film Homecoming three times now and all I can say is that Beyoncé is such a Virgo goddess that she makes the late James Brown look like a slacker. Also please note that Virgos don’t get credit for being the healer of the zodiac, but my o my does Lady B heal hearts ancestral lines cultural wounds with her gorgeous tapestries of music and dance and storytelling and costuming. She makes me cry with her womanly curves and womanly courage and womanly creativity, and she makes me hopeful too. For her triple-entendre love of labor and labor of love reminds us that we can change everything so long as we roll up our sleeves and open our hearts. Like I said: a Virgo goddess.