Friday, August 4, 2017

Pomba Gira Cigana-The Calling

Pomba Gira Cigana- The Calling Copyright Peacock & Snake 2017

The drums beat, the cymbals shake. I am calling her. She is calling me. Her in me. Me in her. 

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Friday, July 28, 2017

Monday, June 12, 2017

A small conjuration

A small 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

White, Red and Black

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

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.....