VI of Cups


Trick or treat,
down the street,
finding joy in all I meet—
sadness silences and takes a retreat.

We choose pumpkins and crushes
in the holiday rush—
plastic cartoon costumes
that make our faces flush.

We hide beneath clothes racks
and pull down masks just for fun—
Moms shout out our names—
we don't hear a single one.

Sisters and cousins,
brothers and friends,
slice faces on pumpkins,
then stuff candles within.
Their glowing smiles dance and laugh—
as dusk turns to darkness—
they light up our path.

Parents toast seeds that no one will eat.
We roast marshmallows far too sweet.
The little balls of fire become forgotten wishes
the second we stop blowing them kisses.

Porch lights flicker, doors open up—
treats thrown in bags, grown-ups shut up.
Chocolate melts in our hands
and our teeth drip with sugar.
We grin secret smiles—
dessert is for dinner.

For it's Samhain— All Hallow's Eve—
we're the only monsters
who dare to be seen.

Tonight, we band together—
all the Eights in the Nether—
we pull each other outside
for this Halloween ride.

We link arms and gallop
through windy hidden woods—
dry leaves crunch under boots,
cold air bites our chins.
We run through the yards—
yipping and zipping,
tripping and slipping—
as fast as we can.

Into the dark—
with no boogeyman.

It's just our night, tonight,
and pure pleasure—our plan.

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Eight trick-or-treats with family and friends. At the first porch, excitement pulses inside her—will she get a rock or a piece of candy? Beneath her mask, her cheeks flush pink with wonder and uncertainty. Children giggle everywhere. They run and laugh—no worries, no weight. The moon, the biggest pumpkin she’s ever seen, casts everything in a magical glow. Jack-o-lanterns overflow, glowing like cups filled to the rim. This is just the beginning of Halloween freedom.

In tarot, sixes symbolize connection and harmony. When you think of a time that felt easy and joyful, you may find yourself drifting back to childhood—if you were lucky enough to have moments like that. During difficult emotional seasons, you might check in with your inner child, searching for ease and pleasure. You are reaching for connection to the little person inside of you who still holds playfulness, creativity, and delight.

As a child, emotions filled your cups to the brim. Let yourself feel that again—the pure elation of creating—of choosing a costume, of dressing up and gathering sweet rewards. For one night, kids led the way. Adults stepped back. Revisit those memories gently, but remember: you don’t need sadness to justify nostalgia. You can access your inner child whenever you wish. Daydream. Play. Lose yourself in joy on purpose.

Some people search for happy childhood memories and instead find grief. If your early years were heavy, go back and sit with that little child. Offer her the tenderness she did not receive. Create the joy that was missing. Play with your children, your pets, a friend—or play alone. Turn on music from your childhood and dance. Sing. Laugh. Even if it feels forced at first.

Sometimes movement awakens what memory cannot. The relational energy of the six can also point to imbalance. Perhaps a connection was conditional when it needed to be unconditional. Perhaps roles were reversed—were you parenting a parent? Were there too many boundaries, or not enough safe ones?

You deserved steady love. You deserved safe love. You deserved safety without strings. Giver her what she needs now—it’s never too late.