Image: Bonfire by Dheeraj Dwivedi. Some rights reserved. "Fire is a hungry witness, and demands more of me than easy words and misery without accountability." Read more at The Blaze: A Fire Memoir — Amoret BriarRose
Image: Windy by Garry Knight. Some rights reserved. "It is October, and I am taking her for a constitutional in our new neighborhood one morning when I notice how powerful the wind has become – this autumn the air is especially wild. I am buffeted about by strong, cold gusts as I walk the... Continue Reading →
Luck is growing in the cracks in the wall. There are always cracks in the wall. Never forget that luck, like love, is tenacious, resilient.
The first three months of 2017 have been full of change, disruption and flux for me. Like the seasonal shift from winter to spring, I have been working through the fits and starts of the new exchanging with the old, of life dancing with death. I have been sitting listlessly… Read more at All the Green... Continue Reading →
"How dare I be discouraged in the work by anything so trivial as the fear of personal failure?" - Paul Williams I am a white cisgender woman. I will mess it up. I will do it wrong. I will have good intentions and they will sometimes translate into shitty actions. I will be thoughtless sometimes, selfish... Continue Reading →
I have never been a witch that worked with plants. I have been doing this witchy thing for almost 17 years, and I was never a witch that gardened or grew herbs. It just wasn't my thing. But one of the fun things about being a witch is this: over time, your practices, interests, and... Continue Reading →
I have been inspired by the wonderful Sarah Anne Lawless to try my hand at making herbal ointments. My first attempt follows the Althea Ointment Recipe that she outlines in her "Six Herbs for Spirit Work" post. I read Sarah's blog post, and the next day spotted common mallow on the street behind my home:... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →