I wasn't going to write anything. But my mum said that Hecate told her to tell me that I had to write about "today" sitting where I am.

I'd promised the Goddess that I wouldn't write again until after Lent, effectively quarantining myself, and I think she's come to collect. More than right.

Today was... interesting. I was going to go out with S. to study Tarot, but we happened to bump into R. and, outspoken as she is, she immediately took over the day and stopped my Tarot lesson that I was going to give S.

But that led me to draw cards for another protégé of the Lady of the Night, and discover that my master is also of the Lady. I never knew that, and I'm honoured to hear it. She's pretty cool, really, it makes sense to have a Goddess on your shoulder like I do. And still the same. I'm amazed that Hecate even chose me.

Today, T.'s chosen one came out of his quarantine. After not posting anything on Instagram since 8 March, I had been worried until L., T., K., and the Gypsy Ticia (who I have no idea who she is), apart from the Persian Goddess whose identity I have yet to discover, told me that I would know he was physically well on 1 April. Said and done.

He posted a singing reel today, and I missed him so much it broke my heart. I've decided not to work as a prayer therapist this month - I'm going to focus on my studies, not on my practice. Because when I draw for others, I feel like drawing for myself and I see my cards for others being confirmed while all the cards I draw for myself are not.

I apologised to him for burdening him, even though he asked me to tell him everything... But he didn't reply, and if I were him, I wouldn't either. I deleted the Instagram app, considering that I only downloaded it to know that he was alive and well. Its function has been fulfilled.

The Maha Lilah told me to focus on myself, to trust in divine providence and the I-Ching told me to trust in T. And I do, and that's why it hurts. Because I trust so much that I don't want to fail him again. I don't want to fail L. by not being able to bring him to life as I did in my last life.

Perhaps dedicating myself to my studies is the answer for now.

Blessed be.

Written by: Lone Witch