Having had a lot of downtime without all of my usual distractions (several months with no facebook will do that to you), I've been spending a lot of time deepening my Craft practice and spending time with my various tarot decks, working to rebuild my level of comfort with divination.
For whatever reason, I have a block when it comes to divination. Other forms of sorcery I can dive right into, stuff that others would stay pretty far away from. Necromancy? Bring it on! Nasty curses? I'll bring the goofer dust! But when friends find themselves in need of a reading...I put up the walls and recite a long list of reasons for why I just couldn't possibly do it.
Which is silly. And only further sets one up for failure. I'm a Scorpio with a Leo rising. We hate to fail.
I've had a handful of good readings in the past year, from Witches I love and trust, and a whole lot of bad ones from people in occult shops who charged $40 to tell me what I wanted to hear. I've given readings that have blown my mind. Frighteningly so. So why the block?
I suppose it's the Mercurial nature of the art that causes me to be so mistrustfull of it.
But I've been having long chats with Dame Fate and Mr. Hermes, taking trips to the crossroads, sleeping with my cards at night, and saying "Yes" to those who seek my counsel.
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