Peacock and Snake

Monday, June 12, 2017

A small conjuration

A small Conjuration...digital art copyright Maya Grey

With breath unto an ember, small sparks can grow to unimaginable sizes. Start. Breathe. Expand. Fear not. Breathe some more.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Our Goddess is not for the cultivation of men. Nor does she reside in the houses of men. She is not the giver of grain, the one who wears the corn wreaths in her tresses. No, not that one. Where to find her you may ask? Look on the mountain side between your awe and your terror. Look to the circling of large shadows cast upon the ground. Look into the shadows of the mountain. The ones that never see the sun.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Lemnisgate

Lemnisgate....the ever twining walk of the Gods. Eternal.

Friday, January 1, 2016

The Sundering

"The Sundering", by Maya Grey, Midwinter 2015
Copyright Peacock & Snake

Sometimes things grow too large. Like the Snake who sheds, change is inevitable. There are many truths, not just one. The Witch observes the weather, takes note and does what the Witch does. She does not concern herself with the trivialities of the Church and its Priests for they are bound to serve their masters and their flock. The Witch has other things to do.....

Monday, November 9, 2015

It Begins....

Driving home today I noticed a fog rolling in from the mountains carrying with it the promise of rain and other things. This fog was other worldly, twisting and turning and moving fast and just like images in clouds I could see images dancing within the fog....images of things to come...of the beginning of The Hunt. The breath of Gwyn ap Nudd.....cold and yet full of passion and death and shades and fae and beloved moisture. Hail and welcome.