“Who is the old woman watching over you.. she seems to be guarding, and there may have been something on/over her head?” This was during the after consultation with the new massage therapist. Honestly I was about to call bullshit.. but then he said, “she smelled like old leaves.” Ahhhhh, I told him.. “Baba, old woman” and I left it at that.
Baba Yaga is ever with me, a constant in my spiritual and at the time I had gotten a bit slack in tending her. I was surprised at her patience and the first thing I did on the dark moon following my return to the work was clean her space, apologize, and offer her a giant glass of whiskey. I expect she is used to one losing their way.