There are many spellings of her name, and depending on the vantage point the name might change all together. Some know her as Lady of Candelaria, Buffalo Woman, Sekhmet, Neb-het, Kali or Artemis. However you spell it, whatever one calls it, the energy is the same and it seems to speak directly to the (st)age we are now hobbling our way through.
I have much more to say about Oya being a kind of poster girl for the winds blowing across continents and shaking things up from where we stand to as far as the eye can see. Except, I promised myself that I wouldn’t meander too long online. So I’ll post the rest of my thoughts once I work through them. For now, I'll call out my salutation and toss my copper coins.
Oya, The Tempest
Lady of storms with sword in her hand
Dares all to guess where her blade will land.
She cuts away illusion, gets down to the core
Revealing those things that lay hidden before.
Great House mistress, Life’s keeper of keys
She tears, she rips, then sweeps away the debris.
This red woman walks with a thunderous step.
She twirls on the cusp of this life and the next.
She gallops, she rides about on horseback
With flowing skirt of rainbows, swift wind at her back.
Iyansan, the mother of nine daughters and sons
Ushers in the new day when the old one is done.
