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For Gwion, Cerridwen, and the Cauldron

For Gwion, Cerridwen, and the Cauldron

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 boiling might not cease to boil for a year…

Unsolicited Advice

One of my coveners is really interested in Snow White, and in contemplating the tale, this poem arrived.

Grendel’s Sister

The writing prompt for this poem was the idea of “halcyon days” – the poem came out darker and more authentic than I anticipated.

The Flip Side of Samhain

An Unlikely Trio Stir the soil and wet the ground to await the root, stir the cauldron and scrape the sides to await the brew, stir the hairs and part the knees to await the seed. Beltane flickers, white side of the veil to Samhain’s black, Amid the grays of the in-between The Ancients mix […]

Thoughts on Leadership

A leader goes first where they want you to go…and at the same time, a leader stands behind you. It is in holding this duality that shit gets done. It is in holding this duality that a leader disappears into the fabric of the moment. A leader trusts that you will bring your excellence to the…

The initiation process, in a nutshell

The initiation process, in a nutshell

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

Moving into Her House

Moving into Her House

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 of your hip were islands breaching the night water…