Mars in Taurus does not rush. He plants. He holds. He returns to the field even when his fists ache. In your chart, he rises in the 10th: your visible self, your legacy, your labor. He builds through action, but not in fire: in endurance. In repetition. In embodied resolve.
This Mars is in exile. He does not fight with sharp blades or sudden flame. He fights with the grain of wood, with breath that doesn’t break, with a body that remembers its purpose, even when the mind doubts. He doesn’t win with speed. He wins by refusing to stop. He's stubborn as F%*(. Crucial is the key: what holds your attention. Does it deserve your devotion, the focus of your fire?
And yet — there is pressure. Pluto watches from below, from the roots. Mars in the 10th is public fire, but Pluto in the 4th is private upheaval. You are asked to build under pressure, to move forward while something ancient beneath you quakes. This is alchemy in plain sight.
Mantra: I move like stone. I grow like muscle. I do not abandon what I was born to carry.