
The Moon shifts, stirs inner depths. In Vedic thought, it rules minds. Emotions swell, responses turn instinctive. When afflicted, its impact deepens greatly. Restlessness grows, unease clouds the spirit. Feelings rise, hard to explain. Small things feel heavy, distorted. The inner world turns reactive, tense. Triggers expand, perspective narrows without warning. Sleep breaks, thoughts circle in loops. Old fears echo, futures feel unclear. We withdraw or chase distraction mindlessly. The Moon reveals, not just reflects. Hidden memories stir, resurfacing long buried. What’s unspoken finds form and voice.
Healing begins when we stop resisting. We don’t control, we start listening. The mind softens when understood gently. Journaling maps emotions, names the maze. Ink marks truth, once shapeless noise. Patterns emerge, clarity replaces inner fog. Moonlight helps—soft, still, observing all. We sit, we breathe, we surrender. There’s no fixing, only witnessing quietly. The Moon holds space without judgment. Not cure, but pause and reflection. Its cycles echo ours—ever turning. Darkness comes, but dawn follows always.
In tending Moon, we tend self. Emotions aren’t weakness, just energy moving. Feeling deeply shows we’re still human. Vedic wisdom reminds us of rhythm. A troubled Moon can be calmed. Through presence, ritual, and quiet awareness. Healing hides in these small moments. Peace returns slowly, without loud arrival. Compassion grows where resistance once lived. In that stillness, we meet ourselves.
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