Worry Woods

Criticism, Harsh Judgement, Overactive Thoughts, Embrace Imperfection, Calm Reflection, Sun Emerges.

Realm: Mental

Archetype: The Sage

Zodiac: Virgo

Crystal: Beryl

A lone woman in flowing white wanders through a misty, barren forest, lost in rumination. Her sandy hair whips about her face as she clutches her dress against the chill. Silver clouds gather above the skeleton trees, hinting at an approaching storm. Yet her mind churns with its own internal tempest. Excessive mental exertion has distorted her discernment. She sought certainty where none could be found. Now her overactive thoughts fuel anxiety rather than revelation.

Criticism and harsh judgement – of herself and others creates a mental schism that must be mended. Obsessed with flaws, real or imagined, her mind magnifies imperfections. She demands order in a chaotic world, then worries when disorder inevitably arises. Inner peace eludes her restless thoughts. Her tense body and furrowed brow reveal a mind that has turned against itself. She hoped logic would provide solace, yet it intensified disquietude. Analysis without compassion breeds only isolation.

In truth, she knows life cannot be scripted like a play. Emotions overflow ordered categories. She needn’t hide her face from sadness or stifle her smile. But openness requires vulnerability. So her mind spins protective webs to shield her heart. Now, feeling dejected, hurt festers into resentment. But strained relationships cannot mend until pride is shed, walls dismantled. Peace blossoms by embracing imperfections in oneself and others. Suffering stems not from flaws, but resistance to their presence.

Let the walk in the wood soothe a troubled soul. Receive nature’s balm when mind is cluttered with extraneous chatter. When sitting with pain becomes too much to bear, move. The exercise may whirl worries around but eventually the stream stills. Let calm reflection clear the muddy waters stirred up by storms of emotion. The chaotic dance between light and shadow cannot be condensed into neat formulas. Mystery always remains. In quieter moments, the harsh judgements soften to birdsong. Breezes may chill but skin warms as the sun emerges. It always does, in time, the clouds do clear. We are safe to wander here.

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