To go back to what I was saying earlier, I could have still written about Sun-Pluto, and I will by and by, but when I thought about it just now, it had lost its emotional charge. If I had written, I would have written using just my mind and that seemed kinda cold. When you write with both your mind and heart, it’s always better; maybe because that emotional charge communicates itself to others who read it and some of it can be recaptured by the writer when she reads it after a while.
I told my husband that I want to write but I don’t have a topic! And he, the calm, patient man that he is, said that it would come to me. So I went about my business thinking about this lack of topic and thinking that I wanted to write something I was feeling passionate about. One of my favorite quotes is from the movie Serendipity, “Greeks didn’t write obituaries. When a man died they asked just one question: Did he have passion?” And then it came to me! Passion! Scorpio Moon!
Both western and Vedic astrology will tell you that this isn’t the best position for the moon, and although I find that inarguable, I still love my Scorpio Moon. I like the intensity and I’m pretty intense about things that matter to me. And even more, I seek it in others. I have most fun when I feel passionately about something or someone. But life is, for the most part, a mundane thing and it is best lived with a normal amount of engagement. The constant rollercoaster of emotion that this placement needs is a sure-fire way to get burnt-out.
I’ve always liked this quote, “Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s.” Perhaps it is my Saturn’s trine to the Moon that resonates with this pragmatic way of looking at things, but whatever it is, I’ve made my peace with my moon. I avoid doing things and being with people who bore me. Although I always test as a strong extravert in psychological tests and enjoy most people, I can’t be with many of them for prolonged periods of time. I enjoy a certain amount of small talk but after a while, I need more. And if I don’t get it, I get mildly depressed. So I made a deal with myself last year: to avoid social contact that bores me. This limits my social life and sometimes I am aware of the lack, but on the whole I know it is best for me (and for others).
My moon is in the ninth house and easily pleased when I’m reading something that grips me. So having found out the needs of my moon, I’ve learnt to honor them. I’d like to end this by saying that we lived happily ever after, my Moon and me, but you know Scorpio Moons, they never can let well enough alone, so who knows?