Uranus moves from Taurus into Gemini.

The past 8 years, Uranus has been in Taurus, and my Mars and my south lunar node are in taurus.

Back in 2018, I was living in Copenhagen, and it was here that I was called out into the forest and home to the Mother.

This was also the year I let go of my high-paying freelance job as a cosmetic nurse that was feeding my wallet and not my soul.

It finally dawned on me that if it didn't nourish my soul, it was making me sick.

Uranus is called “The Great Awakener,” and it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that it’s been exactly 8 years since I entered what the indigenous people call the second spring/puberty, my postmenopausal period.

Taurus, ruled by Venus, carries the energy of love, relationships and values, including material ones.

And in these 8 years I have experienced a profound metamorphosis.

The menopausal metamorphosis is invisible.

On the outside, you look like the person you usually are.

But in the interior, the seasons are changing.

An inner autumn where leaves fall, old identities, old ways of being in the world.

An inner winter darkness and descension where everything retreats, into the body, into the earth.

A place without haste, without direction, just being.

Like the larva in the pupae, where the body dissolves into a living, nourishing mass.

Like the compost in the soil, which slowly warms up from within.

Where what once had form now turns to liquid.

The old programs are no more.

They have broken down. They have become nourishment in the darkness of the earth.

And in the middle of this winter, something new is starting to gather.

Small impulses, almost inaudible, sprouting beneath the surface.

Like imaginal cells that carry a new blueprint of life.

The soul's original blueprint is brought to life.

One lives in an interval. Like the earth before spring breaks forth.

Between who you were and who you are becoming.

And then, almost imperceptibly, it changes.

An inner spring zest begins to rise. Something softens. Something opens.

As a response to something bigger.

An inner mother-consciousness.

An ancient intelligence that lives in the earth, in the body, in all living things.

The one who knows when something will die and when something will be born.

The one who does not rush, but holds, carries and nourishes.

I feel how I myself was held in it. Like the seed in the ground. Like the child in the womb.

My body, my relationships, and my relationship with money have been transformed.

My awareness of money has moved from the destructive and hyper-masculine to the nurturing feminine.

From wounded ego survival to soul abundance.

I have learned that money does not create abundance, it can be a mirror of it.

Abundance lives somewhere else now.

It lives in how I feel, not in what I have or what I do.

I have stepped off the hamster wheel and into a new reality, where I have received early retirement for the scars this particular hamster wheel left in me.

Now I feel a new, earthy embodiment of Taurus energy.

As Ferdinand The Bull, I walk slowly through life, smelling the flowers, on my daily walks with Gaia, who, perhaps not so coincidentally, was born in May.

The silence in nature feels like heaven on earth. And by the water, my Cancer moon dances in its shell, venturing out further and further under the Leo sun.

It hasn't been an easy journey, to say the least.

The menopausal metamorphosis under Uranus in Taurus has been intense.

My Mars is not the same anymore.. and thank you for that.

The transformation and the rebirth did not come by itself, I worked hard on the inner planes. Riding the waves, shedding what needed shedding, integrating what was lost, embodying what needed to be embodied.

Here, now, it feels like a quiet spring. Not an explosive one, but one that grows from below.

The past is over and the new begins in the Now.

A world with more presence, more balance.

Where a feminine, maternal consciousness is no longer an idea, but something that has been given a body.

My inner Matriarch now guides me and is embodied more and more through my choices and actions.

My inner child & maiden frolic, as I practice the art of surrender.

I feel a deep resonance with a distant time, the Age of Taurus, thousands of years ago, when the feminine had a different place on earth.

As if some of this ancient wisdom has been reawakened.

And now Uranus is moving on this weekend. Into Gemini.

Perhaps the new layer of awareness in our way of communicating will bring in a bridge between the inner and the outer.

Regardless, it's hard not to notice:

We live in remarkable times.

Thank you for reading along.

I wonder how have you experienced Uranus in Taurus from 2018 - 2026?

Ahavah,

Akkirah Rose