“Resurrection as a Sensation”
an earth-rooted devotion + meditation on rising, resting, and returning to the body
I grew up wearing pastel tights and shiny patent leather shoes,
smiling on cue for Easter Sunday pictures I didn’t understand.
Back then, Resurrection was a story someone told me to believe.
Now, it’s a story my body keeps telling me to remember.
It’s no longer just about a man in a tomb.
It’s about the moments I felt buried inside my own life.
The ways I disappeared to make others comfortable.
The small deaths I survived silently.
The bold returns no one expected me to make.
Because sometimes resurrection isn’t loud.
Sometimes it doesn’t look like a miracle —
It looks like saying no when you used to collapse into yes.
It looks like stillness after seasons of striving.
It looks like blooming without announcing it.
And as we transition from Aries (pressure) to Taurus (pleasure),
I can feel my resurrection not as fire — but as soil.
As body.
As breath.
As beauty made flesh.
Taurus energy asks me:
Can you trust what the earth is holding for you?
Can you trust what’s been composted while you’ve been grieving, aching, recalibrating?
Because the Earth is not just where we bury our old selves.
She’s where we bloom again.
And I think resurrection might just be an agreement between your soul and the soil:
“I’m not done yet. Let me rise slower and softer this time. Let me rise for real.”
a few invitations to feel into...
What have you buried that’s now trying to break the surface?
What does resurrection feel like in your body? Is it tender? Quiet? Uncomfortable? Sensual?
What version of you is ready to live again — rooted, nourished, and unperforming?
We don’t need to perform our return.
We don’t need to call it holy in someone else’s language.
We only need to feel it.
To honor the quiet places where we almost didn’t make it —
and yet, here we are.
Still soft.
Still sacred.
Still rising.
And now, beloved…
REMEMBRANCE
You were never meant to hustle your way into wholeness.
You were meant to remember your way there.
You are not here to chase after meaning or beauty —
you are the meaning. You are the beauty.
Your very breath is a blessing.
Your body is a liturgy.
Your boundaries are sacred architecture.
You’ve always known how to create from desire,
how to coax the invisible into form,
how to tend the soil and call the sun closer.
But maybe you forgot — for a moment —
that you are the soil too.
And rest? Rest is resurrection in disguise.
Softness is structure.
And pleasure? Pleasure is proof that you’re still alive.
Let that remembrance pour through you like warm honey across stone.
REVELATION
This season isn’t asking you to do more.
It’s asking you to become more of what is already true.
Your “yes” must be sovereign.
Your “no” must be sacred.
Not everyone gets to enter your field — not even the version of you that needed to prove, perform, or produce.
You are a field of resonance.
Let the ones who are meant to walk with you feel like home in your presence.
You do not need to sell your soul to be supported.
You only need to stand inside it fully.
RECALIBRATION
Now, feel into what’s ready to rise.
Not with urgency — with intentionality.
Ask your life:
What’s ready to be re-rooted?
What rhythms are asking to be rewritten?
What offerings still feel like silk… and which feel like burlap?
Recalibration is not correction. It’s refinement.
Let your systems smell like rose petals.
Let your calendar mirror your nervous system.
Let your relationships — personal, professional, and spiritual — feel like prayerful pleasure.
Taurus season isn’t just a timeline.
It’s an altar.
And you, beloved, are the offering.
“You have always known how to create from desire, how to tend to the garden and seduce the soil into giving.”
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Because resurrection doesn’t just happen once.
It happens every time you choose to live on purpose.
And this season?
You're not just rising.
You’re rooting.