A Taurus Dark Moon Reflection

This weekend, we move toward a New Moon in Taurus.

I’m not an astrologer, so I don’t interpret the transits as someone formally trained in that language. I receive them through meditation, practice, body, prayer, and what life is asking me to notice.

And what feels alive right now is this:

Beauty is not just decoration. Beauty is orientation. Beauty is the field we choose to live with, live by, and build our life upon moment by moment, choice by choice.

Taurus brings us back to the body. To the earth. To breath. To the senses. To the simple, astonishing fact of being alive.

The beauty of the earth is not separate from the beauty of the body.

The beauty of the body is not separate from the breath.

The beauty of the breath is not separate from life itself.

This week, I have been sitting with this in a very real way.

On Monday, I was in a sacred medicine journey with a friend. Later, I learned that while I was inside that experience, there had been a shooting on Memorial Drive in Cambridge.

I have been holding the strangeness of that. The reality I was living that day, and the reality others were living that day. The way different worlds can be happening at the same time. The way one person may be deep in prayer, healing, or revelation, while another is inside terror, rupture, or shock.

I don’t want to turn violence into metaphor. And I don’t want to look away from what life asks us to hold.

But I have been reflecting on what becomes our focus after something hard happens in the world, in the body, in the nervous system, and in the heart.

My journey was not all easy. But one of the gifts of the medicine was that everything was invited into the heart field. The joy, the sadness, the insecurities, the fear, and the drumming and ceremony were all brought into a wider field. And from that wider field revelation, connection, and love came.

The next day, when something difficult arose in me, I felt the remembering. I did not have to solve it right away, make it wrong, or panic about what it meant.

I could bring it into the heart.

I could let the heart become wider than the thing I was carrying.

And in that wider field, something softened because it was no longer isolated from beauty, breath, earth, and life.

This is what I am practicing right now.

Heart coherence. Breath. Body. Beauty.

And I want to remember that beauty is not only what helps us hold what hurts. Beauty is also what trains us toward joy, love, aliveness, and thriving. What we return to becomes a pathway in the body. What we practice noticing becomes easier to find.

I’ve also been returning to a phrase Gregg Braden shares in connection with the Diné/Navajo Beauty Way tradition:

The beauty I live with.

The beauty I live by.

The beauty upon which I base my life.

I come into heart coherence and I keep saying it slowly.

Not as an affirmation to cover over pain, but as a way of remembering orientation.

Because perhaps darkness is not the opposite of beauty.

Perhaps darkness is what happens when we lose connection to beauty as a living field.

This Taurus New Moon, I am not asking only: What do I want to manifest?

I am asking:

What beauty am I living with?

What beauty am I living by?

What beauty am I basing my life upon?

And maybe even more simply:

Can I let the heart be wider than what I am holding?

Can beauty hold me without asking me to deny what hurts?

In this way, beauty is a vibrational field. Not because all events are good. Not because violence is beautiful. Not because grief is easy.

But because the heart can become large enough to remain in relationship with life.

Because the heart is connected to a wider field.

Because I can choose whether to contract away from that field or soften back into relationship with it.

More like:

Can the body become a temple of coherence again?

Can the senses remind us we are still in relationship with Earth?

Can beauty become the ground beneath our feet when the world feels joyful or unstable?

What is the beauty field for you? And what are you seeding for this new moon?

With one hand on the heart.

One hand on the body.

One breath in the wider field.

Love,

Emily