A Spine For All Seasons

Never grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be. ~Clementine Padford A Spine For All Seasons by Amoret BriarRose And if your spine was a sword, what then? Could it bear the weight of all seasons, cutting when necessary blessing when necessary knowing hearts are both stones and feathers?

Listen to the world, it is speaking to you.

The other day, the spirit of this tree spoke to me: I found this tree stump on Grant Street in downtown Pittsburgh, surrounded by green moss which was in turn surrounded by concrete, circles within circles. The tree wasn’t very old and probably died because it was poorly planted…but somehow this little stump didn’t give…

Samhain Ancestor Altar

I keep an ancestor altar all year. It normally resides in my office and looks like this: Every day, I light a candle, light incense, and speak to my Beloved Dead. Once a week, I refresh the water offering, drum and speak the names of my lineage. During the month of October, the altar is…


We Are the Ones by Amoret BriarRose Don’t despair! We are indeed made for these times, born for this dying empire breathing tired air and drinking troubled waters, rising from so many fires, exactly what is needed. Image: Need and Joy by Amoret

The Giving Me

My first response to the image A Gift for a Gift is a flashback to the book The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. I have always had huge issues with book’s message, depicting a relationship between a tree and a boy wherein the tree gives the boy everything, all that it has down to its…

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble

On October 8th, my husband and I traveled out to visit his family in Ohio for the annual Hollinger Apple Butter Family Reunion. It was delightful to spend time with my husband’s family, to experience the crisp fall air, and to stir a cauldron of deliciousness all day. Getting together with loved ones is a ritual…

Autumn in Pittsburgh

I love Pittsburgh in Autumn. Pittsburgh glows when the leaves begin to turn and the air gains a crisp edge. I love walking through my neighborhood, smelling the faint beginnings of decay, feeling in my very bones that the Autumn Mother has arrived.

Holding on to Hope

Black people are being MURDERED by police EVERY GODDAMN DAY and it is being sanctioned by the state while white folk turn a blind eye to blatant,systemic racism in the United States. Indigenous people are peaceably protesting to protect our water, which, when last I checked, is essential to the survival of life on our planet, and we…

Gwion finds gainful employment

I have my copy of Three Drops from a Cauldron’s Lughnasadh 2016 anthology in hand! Get yours here! Featured Image: Mushrooms by Amoret

Faery Doors

Waking the trails in Frick Park, I often come upon Faery dwellings…some Fae-touched soul likes to build them near the sides of the trails, and often little gifts are left behind the doors: magic wands, bits of magical earth-stuff, etc. It’s lovely to be walking along and to spot a portal to another world (or…


Reciprocity by Amoret BriarRose The Ancestors call. I pour the water, light the candles, sing the songs and suddenly legions are behind me, washing me forward on waves of blood memory. Image:  Birth the Dream by Amoret