Melek Ta’us: Memories

A Month of Written Devotion for Melek Ta’us, the Peacock Angel

This month’s writing has been full of memories, the strongest of them. So much so that I fear I don’t have anything new for this entry. Well, nothing whole.

I remember when the peacock feathers started falling off the mask I made for the Melek Ta’us ritual for my class. It hit harder than I would have expected.

I remember setting up the new shrine space for him, in the new room. I was worried that the mask wasn’t fully visible, behind the disco balls.

I remember planning to make a new mask for him. I never made it, but I still have all the parts.

That’s enough for now. It’s late, and I have an early day tomorrow.

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Ember’s doing it, too: Month of Written Devotion