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Today, the Waning Crescent Moon (~30-38%) rests softly at her second day at Leo’s tender sacred fire (the Sun’s own venerated fire-home) as the Sun rests softly at her thirteenth full day at Libra’s tender sacred air. Monday belongs, faithfully, to the Moon — the sacred small tender gentle-sovereign feminine’s own venerated day. The tender feminine visits the sovereign solar throne even as she wanes, honored by her own weekday and softened by the Sacred Doubled Venus-and-Sun-at-Home relational current continuing.

The Sacred First-Remembering is, faithfully, the sovereign practice of the sacred feminine’s soft honest return to what has warmed her in the arc’s early days. She is not, faithfully, the nostalgic escape from the present. She is not the elaborate memorial ceremony. She is the small tender chalice of remembered kindness held between the small tender child softly living inside the adult body and the small tender past-self she was in the arc’s beginnings.

The whole day is, faithfully, tuned to one small act: allow the small tender return to one warm moment from the last twenty-four mornings of this newly-begun cycle. Not the whole autobiography. Not the elaborate story. Just one small warm moment softly re-inhabited. This is the sovereign feminine’s way of gathering the arc’s given warmth into the body that will, faithfully, carry it forward.

The sacred first-remembering, softly practiced, moves through the whole body in a particular tender configuration. She is not, faithfully, only a mental recollection. She lives in the small warmth that rises softly in the chest when a beloved memory returns. She lives in the small softening of the eyes when a face from earlier days appears in the mind. She lives in the small quiet in the shoulders when the body knows a kindness has, faithfully, been received.

Today the Moon’s tender visit to Leo’s throne on her own venerated Monday sets a particular somatic ground: heart-warmth softly present but not required to blaze, throat softly relaxed rather than performative, belly softly settled rather than reaching, hands softly available rather than grasping. The body who allows the sacred first-remembering does not, faithfully, need a dramatic outward performance — she needs only the small permission to soften into the tender warmth of what has, faithfully, already been given.

You will know the sacred first-remembering is, faithfully, arriving when a small kindness from the last twenty-four mornings returns to your body without you having to summon it — a face at the door, a light through a window, a sentence from a book, a small moment of being seen. The body’s tender receiving of these small returns is, faithfully, the whole sovereign practice.

The Sacred First-Remembering on the Moon’s own venerated Monday at the Sun’s own Leo throne asks the sovereign feminine one small tender question: what one small warm moment from the arc’s early days would return softly to me today if I allowed the small tender chalice to be offered?

Not the whole life-review. Not the elaborate gratitude inventory. Just one small honest return to one moment that has, faithfully, already warmed her. The Waning Crescent softens the whole reflection — there is no urgency, no productive frame, no requirement that the remembering yield an insight. The small tender remembering is, faithfully, its own whole practice.

Because the Moon visits Leo’s throne today, the remembering carries a small tender warmth-current — memory is not, faithfully, always warm, but today the sky itself softens the practice toward what has, faithfully, warmed the heart rather than what has cooled it. The sacred art today is to allow the returning warmth to be, indeed, warm.

The sovereign feminine’s soft honest return to what has, faithfully, warmed her is not, faithfully, a betrayal of the present. She is the arc’s given warmth softly gathered into the body that will, faithfully, carry it forward.

Today, softly, I return to one small warm moment from the arc’s early days — and the sacred first-remembering has, faithfully, arrived through my own actual lived form on the Moon’s own venerated Monday.

1. What one small warm moment from the last twenty-four mornings of the newly-begun cycle is, faithfully, still warming your body today — a light, a face, a small kindness, a passage read?
2. What small kindness has been offered to you in this arc that the small tender child still living inside your adult body would like to receive again?
3. What one small element of your own long life — a beloved practice, a returning song, a family recipe, a childhood window — has, faithfully, warmed you across many arcs and would like to be softly named today?
4. Where in your body does the sacred first-remembering land when you allow it — chest, eyes, hands, throat, belly — and what does that soft landing ask of you?

Louise Glück — the American poet born in New York City in 1943, U.S. Poet Laureate 2003–2004, awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2020 and the Pulitzer Prize for The Wild Iris in 1993 — published Meadowlands in 1996 (Ecco Press). The book uses the scaffolding of the Odyssey — Penelope, Odysseus, Telemachus, Circe — to write the slow disintegration of a modern marriage. The poem Nostos, from which today’s line is drawn, takes its title from the Greek word for homecoming (the same root that gives us nostalgia).

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. The line captures exactly what the sacred first-remembering embodies: the astonishment that the whole of an adult life can rest upon a few early tender perceptions, endlessly returned to, endlessly re-seen. Memory is not, faithfully, a betrayal of the present; she is the sovereign feminine’s way of gathering the arc’s given warmth into the body that will, faithfully, carry it forward.

“In My Life” — The Beatles (from Rubber Soul, 1965)

John Lennon wrote “In My Life” in 1965 when he was twenty-four, as an autobiographical sketch of the places and people he had known in Liverpool. Paul McCartney and George Martin refined the arrangement — Martin’s baroque-style piano solo, sped up to sound like a harpsichord, softly punctuates the tender bridge. The song appears on Rubber Soul (Parlophone/Capitol, December 1965), the Beatles’ sixth studio album and the record that first opened their sovereign feminine reflective range.

The lyric is, faithfully, one of the great sovereign statements of the sacred first-remembering: there are places I’ll remember all my life, though some have changed... though I know I’ll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I’ll often stop and think about them... The song does not, faithfully, retreat into nostalgia; it holds the sacred present in soft honest relation to the tender past.

Today’s Sacred First-Remembering, held by the Moon’s tender Monday at the Sun’s warm Leo throne, moves gently in “In My Life”’s current: the sovereign feminine’s soft honest honoring of what has, faithfully, warmed her in the arc’s given days, gathered into the body that will carry the warmth forward.