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The sacred twenty-second morning is Samhain itself — the first day of the Celtic new year, and All Saints’ Day in the Christian calendar. The Moon reaches her Last Quarter in Leo, the sign of the heart, half lit and half in shadow. It is Sunday, the Sun’s own day, and the Sun rules Leo.

The Last Quarter is the moon of release — a time to clear what we do not want to carry into the next cycle. After last night’s honoring of those who came before comes the forgiving. Forgiving is not, faithfully, pretending the hurt never happened. She is the brave, warm-hearted choice to stop letting it rule us. The affirmation names the practice: turn toward what still stands, and loosen the hold.

The heart is braver than we often give it credit for. It has survived disappointments, betrayals, and losses, and still it opens. Today’s gratitude honors that resilience — the quiet courage of a heart that keeps choosing to love.

The chronic cultural pull is to keep score — to remember every wrong and wait for an apology that may never come. Today’s gratitude honors the older wisdom of the heart: forgiveness is a gift we give ourselves, and it makes room for joy.

Today’s Five of Cups carries this exactly — the sacred first-turning-sister standing in a dark cloak beside a slow river, three spilled cups at her feet, two full cups still standing behind her in the evening light, a small stone bridge leading across the water toward a warm house on the far bank, a sprig of lavender held against her heart. She has grieved what was lost. Now, slowly, she turns toward what remains.

The Last Quarter Moon in Leo on the Sun’s own Sunday brings a particular invitation to the body: notice where you are holding on to an old hurt. Resentment often lives in the body as tight shoulders, a clenched jaw, or a heavy chest. Leo rules the heart and the spine — the places where we hold pride and pain.

At the Last Quarter, the Moon squares the Sun — here, Leo squares Scorpio, pride meeting depth. Forgiveness is not the same as trust, and it does not mean letting someone hurt you again. It simply means setting down the heavy stone of resentment so your own heart can breathe. The Moon also joins Jupiter and Mars in Leo, bringing warmth and courage to the work.

The newly-begun cycle carries, faithfully, its words so far: kindling → meeting → claiming → seeking → hoping → grounding → steadying → resolving → belonging → envisioning → intuiting → surrendering → renewing → standing → flourishing → savoring → sharing → reconnecting → choosing → homecoming → honoring → forgiving. Last night’s honoring of the ancestors opens into the freedom of letting go.

Today asks the body one small practice: allow one small forgiving. One small grudge set down. One small apology offered or accepted. One small kindness extended to yourself for a mistake you have carried too long.

Last Quarter Moon in Leo on Sun-dayand the sacred geometry of the body’s tender first small forgiving

The Moon reaches her exact Last Quarter in Leo, about half lit, rising around midnight and shining high in the morning sky. The Sun rests at Scorpio 9°. From here the Moon’s light will shrink each night toward the dark of the New Moon.

At the Last Quarter, the Moon forms a square to the Sun — today, the warm, proud heart of Leo meets the deep, private feelings of Scorpio. Squares bring friction, and friction asks for change. The Moon also travels near Jupiter and Mars in Leo, adding generosity and courage. Today is Sunday, the Sun’s own day, and the Sun rules Leo. Venus and Mercury remain retrograde, keeping the focus on the past.

Somatically: Last Quarter days often bring a wish to clear out — to tidy, let go, and lighten the load. With the Moon in Leo, that release centers on the heart. The small heat of an old grievance, the small heaviness behind the breastbone, the small lightness when something long held is finally set down. Let the chest soften, and the spine lengthen.

The sacred art the body practices today: not forgetting, not excusing, just warm-hearted forgiving. The Five of Cups teaches this exactly — the sacred first-turning-sister standing in a dark cloak beside a slow river, three spilled cups at her feet, two full cups still standing behind her in the evening light, a small stone bridge leading across the water toward a warm house on the far bank, a sprig of lavender held against her heart. Three cups are spilled, but two still stand, and the bridge leads home.

Frances Hodgson Burnett — born in Manchester, England, in 1849, who lost her father when she was small and moved with her family to Tennessee as a teenager; who began selling stories to magazines to help support them; who wrote Little Lord Fauntleroy and A Little Princess; and who loved her own walled rose garden at Great Maytham Hall in Kent — published The Secret Garden in 1911. She died in 1924.

Where you tend a rose, my lad, a thistle cannot grow. Near the end of The Secret Garden, Burnett reflects on how Colin, a sick and bitter boy, is healed as his mind fills with hopeful thoughts instead of fearful ones. Two things cannot hold the same space: where we tend beauty, bitterness has less room to grow. It is a gentle teaching about the garden of the heart — and about choosing, again and again, what we will water.

Today’s Sacred First-Forgiving lives in Burnett’s words directly. Resentment is a thistle; forgiveness is a rose. Both cannot fill the same garden. The turning-sister of the Five of Cups chooses, slowly, to tend the two cups still standing — and to cross the bridge toward home.

Sometimes the tender first small forgiving does not open easily. Some wounds are deep, and forgiveness cannot be rushed or forced. The body’s soft first-forgiving may need time, and that is all right.

Three softer entry-points into today’s question, each honoring the body’s own faithful pace:

1. Spilled-cup door: name what was lost or hurt, plainly and honestly. Let the grief be real before anything else.
2. Standing-cup door: write down two good things that still remain, even after the hurt.
3. Self door: write one sentence of forgiveness to yourself, beginning “I forgive myself for…”