In Old Norse, galdr originally meant "incantation". Join me for an evening of Norse magic, creating oral runic spells in community. My space can accommodate 10 people. Please RSVP to email@example.com to reserve a space at the event. Recommended donation: $5 - $10 per person For more information, visit the Facebook event.
Starting in January, I will be doing rune readings at Journeys of Life in Shadyside - you can call 412.681.8755 or email to schedule a reading. I will also be doing a forum discussion on runes at the store on January 13 - more details coming soon!
I describe one of my favorite runes, Othala, as being all the things that come up when one thinks of their home - it is a rune embodying the gifts of the ancestors, the immovable wealth that is our land, our inheritance, our history, and our bloodlines. As I love this rune, it makes sense... Continue Reading →
Ehwaz/The Horse by Amoret BriarRose I approach her slowly, bit of apple in my hand, hoping to coax her? Befriend her? I'm not sure either is truly possible. I know in my heart: she is a wild thing though the path near the fence is deep and worn and her warm breath fogs the air... Continue Reading →
The Risk by Amoret BriarRose They say that a bridge is no country and thus I wonder, when I reach out, extend toward another, do I then lose sovereignty to gain connection, risk self to touch other... or do we blend together, boundaries wavering as watercolors, soaking up the pigment of what we become together?
I am ready to meet the autumn, picked for a twilight brew ready to know the tastes so bitter on Her tongue. Not all mothers birth.
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?
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