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Have you ever wanted to talk about something that you have experienced, but you don’t have the language to accurately describe it? Lately I have been thinking about the differences between shills and supporting priestesses in pagan ritual, and how those differences are really important. I think…

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Winter Warmth bare black limbs vein the cotton clouded sky, kindling for the cold burn of moonlight © 2013 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image: Between the Branches…Fog by glasseyes view – some rights reserved

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Blossoming Bones Mystery School has launched its first class, The Cauldron of Cerridwen. I’m incredibly excited about this. And so, I have written a poem from Gwion’s perspective. The Help by Amoret BriarRose Then she began to boil the cauldron, which from the beginning of its…

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“Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.”  ~Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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Miranda, 1916, J.W. Waterhouse Moving into Her House by Amoret BriarRose I remember the hard line of your brow, a storm that would never break, the unwavering correctness, how you never flinched as you pulled back saying enough, that’s enough, I don’t want anymore. The lines…