Forgiveness Sunday, known in the Orthodox tradition as the last Sunday before Great Lent, carries an ancient and surprisingly practical wisdom. Historically, it is called the Day of Forgiveness because on this evening believers ask one another for forgiveness before entering the long period of inner work that Lent represents. The roots of this tradition reach back to early monastic communities in Egypt and Palestine. Before the monks departed into the desert for forty days of solitude, they would bow to one another and ask forgiveness, knowing very well that some of them might not return. It was a ritual of radical emotional clearing. Nothing unresolved was meant to be carried into the wilderness.

Over time, this gesture moved from the desert into ordinary life. In Orthodox cultures, people still say the simple but powerful words: “Forgive me,” and the answer comes back, “God forgives, and I forgive.” It is disarmingly humble. There is no courtroom, no argument about who was right. The point is not moral victory. The point is inner freedom and inner will to make a choice towards love, peace. Grudges or hate could be compared with drinking poison, but hoping that someone else will die. 

What strikes me more each year is that Forgiveness Sunday was never meant to be sentimental. It is not about pretending nothing happened. It is about releasing the energetic knots that quietly bind us to the past. When we refuse to forgive, others or ourselves, we remain entangled in stories that have already finished their lesson. 

This year I feel this threshold in my body much more than in my thoughts.

So today I am asking forgiveness.

I ask forgiveness from those with whom I have been sharp when softness would have been wiser. From those about whom I spoke carelessly, even if only in private conversations. From those I judged too quickly, without seeing the full weight they were carrying. And yes... from those about whom I held silent thoughts that were not generous.

I am not saying this from guilt. I am saying this from the inner clarity and deepest repetance.

Because something in me is closing a long chapter.... 

In numerology, I am completing my personal nine-year cycle... the year of harvest, integration, and endings that prepare the ground for a new beginning. Anyone who has lived consciously through a nine year knows the feeling: life begins quietly rearranging the furniture before the mind catches up. Relationships shift their tone. Work starts reorganizing itself in subtle ways. Old emotional reflexes begin to feel strangely outdated, almost like wearing clothes that no longer belong to your body.

I can feel that distance now. That distance between me now and me a year ago.... even 6 months ago... 

There was a time when certain reactions lived very close to the surface of my nervous system. Old defenses. Old fears. Old emotional gravity. Now I notice something almost curious: the space between me and that former self has grown wide. Not erased. Not denied. But clearly… behind me. And in that widening space, something else has begun to return.

Vitality... Warmth in the body... A quiet but unmistakable current of feminine energy that is no longer hiding itself... It's desire, and it is waking up... I catch myself noticing beauty again. Feeling the natural desire to be seen. To be felt. To be alive as a woman, not from hunger or lack, but from fullness returning to circulation. My new cycle is to be happy as a woman.  This is new. Or perhaps more honestly- this is very old, finally coming back online. And with this return comes another sober awareness. In Human Design, my 2/4 profile carries a very particular dynamic. The fourth line builds bonds through genuine connection, but when the field changes, it does not cling to what has already completed its role. Life itself brings new people, new bridges, new configurations. And it is doing through natural replacement of the old and never through force. 

There is a moment, subtle but irreversible, when the system simply moves forward. I do not say this with drama. I say it with the calm honesty that Forgiveness Sunday invites. Some connections in my life are already transforming their shape. Some distances are no longer emotional reactions but structural realities. And somewhere in this quiet unfolding, I sense that those who are meant to walk the next stretch of road will step forward naturally… while others will remain part of a chapter that I now hold with respect, but no longer inhabit. And when that happens shortly, I know that I can never go back to the past. It might sounds harsh, but I know how my mechanics work. 

Today I forgive.

Today I release.

Today I gather the wisdom of my ninth year and feel the first winds of the new cycle already touching the edges of my life... in work, in relationships, in the subtle language of the body that rarely lies.

And I step forward lighter. I don't even wait for mid April or any other dates/months/years... I start my happy future now.