
Joy arrives, but doesn’t land. Something inside won’t open. The heart feels locked away. An afflicted Moon casts shadows. Even laughter sounds distant, thin. Astrologically, this Moon carries sorrow. Its light dimmed by inner weather. We try to smile—still, it’s heavy. Emotions turn inward, slow to move. The past whispers through every moment. Memories distort what should feel good. We brace for disappointment unconsciously. The body responds, shoulders tight, chest closed. Grounding becomes vital. Bare feet on earth help. The texture of bark, stone, sky—anchors. We hold onto what’s real. Breathing slows the current of unease. We name what we feel. We soften around the pain. Self-kindness becomes a quiet practice. No need to force joy. Just presence. Just honesty. Even a quiet “this is hard” helps. The Moon will shift again. This heaviness will move. In stillness, we make space for light. Not to chase it, but to welcome it. When it’s ready, it will return.
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