Tuesday, 24 September 2013
The depictions I visualise are those from my favourite Goddess Oracle by Marashinksy and Janto. I love how Oya is shown as a very strong, determined figure, sending out anything from breezes to tornados from her outstretched fingers. I call her in the East, associating her with Air: the winds of change.
For me, she can sweep away the cobwebs and bring clarity with her wind that blows clouds and confusion before it. The Air can be subtle, a breeze that sneaks into any little gap. Or it can be a fierce storm, knocking down trees and edifices that stand in its path.
Oya is not intentionally cruel, however she knows where she wants to get to and lets nothing stand in her way. And sometimes she is carried along by the joy of moving and doing, not paying attention to the effect she is having. She is a force to be reckoned with, and a good ally to have on-side.