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Taurus is fixed earth, the bull—the deep appreciation and pleasure of the body, the earth, incarnation. Scorpio, meanwhile, is everything beneath—beneath the earth, beneath the surface, beneath the veneer of society. Scorpio is the taboo, everything a culture represses and denies. Taurus is the earth unfurling in the height of spring; Scorpio the inward coiling and falling leaves of deep fall.
Full moons are times of exfoliation, of sloughing off dead layers of self—and eclipses are when we shed our skin entire. Snake-like, we leave husks of our former selves, our past lives, our previous dreams in our wake. We change directions, change paths, change our minds—or they are changed for us. We form new skin—new layers grow over our raw vulnerability—but at first we are naked, exposed, tender and new. Go gentle through this eclipse, dear ones. Take care of the fresh and untried iterations you are evolving into.
