The Reluctant Taurus

I wasn't raised to give credence to Astrology.

As an adult, however, I can see that there are aspects of my person which are undeniably Taurean. Whether that has anything to do with the orientation of the sun, moon, and stars that I was born under? Well. The miniature jury in my mind is still out on that one.

In true Taurus form, when I decided I wanted to start blogging again, it nagged at my bullheaded brain until I relented by endlessly deliberating on what to call the damn thing. I overanalyzed aspects of my character, hobbies, interests, food preferences, and generalized psychosis - making an exhaustive list of stupid titles which included everything from "The Mystic Biscuit" to "MadFlab".

I landed on Bull in Clover because it made me laugh right out loud. It's very me. When I'm done working hard to accomplish all of my tasks for the day, I rest hard, too. Like Ferdinand the bull, resting under a tree, smelling flowers, and taking pleasure in tuning out the world and tuning inward and skyward - as often as I can.

It's how I approach most of the important things in my life - God, relationships, sex, food, travel, art: imagining everything in my mind before it manifests in reality by way of a slow, stubborn, deliberate passion. And that's what this space is. It's my tree where I get to sit and think about life, God, relationships, sex, food, travel, art. The blogged words, fragrant clover that I shove under your nose all like "HERE. SMELL THIS. ISN'T IT AMAZING? WAIT. WHERE ARE YOU GOING? OK, BYE."

This is me - Sara, Bull in Clover, the reluctant Taurus.

And I'm still not convinced that I shouldn't have a food blog called "The Mystic Biscuit", so don't steal it.