From Spark to Soil: My Body's Journey Through Aries into Taurus Season

As Aries season lit up the skies, I felt something ignite within me—not a fiery burst of external energy, but a quiet, insistent call inward. For the first time in a long time, I began tuning in to my body with a level of presence I hadn’t accessed before. There was this undercurrent of courage—not loud or aggressive, but steady and brave. Aries helped me finally say, “I’m ready to listen to my body. I’m ready to care for it.”

I started moving more intentionally, focusing on small but powerful practices: pelvic floor work, core alignment, digestion-supportive stretches. I tracked how I felt after eating, I experimented with fasting, I honored what worked and released what didn’t. There was something *raw and honest* about it all—like Aries energy itself. This wasn’t about perfection. It was about starting.

But now, as the wheel turns and Taurus season approaches, I feel the shift.

The fire that got me going now whispers, “Root down.” The momentum that moved me forward now asks, “Can you go deeper?”

Taurus energy doesn’t rush. It reminds me that healing isn’t about speed—it’s about **devotion**. It’s about nourishing with presence, rebuilding gently, and trusting the slowness. Where Aries gave me the spark to begin, Taurus invites me to stay—to drop in, to stabilize, to ground everything I started into something real and lasting.

So this season, I’m listening again—but this time, more slowly.

I’m choosing tea over tension.

Routine over restlessness.

Embodiment over escape.

This is the medicine of Taurus season. And I’m here for it.