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The Empty Well: Keys to Staying Juicy

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Photograph by Molly Anderson-Childers

New Article on Creativity Portal- Check it out!

I've just published a brand new article on The Creativity Portal, The Empty Well.  This article addresses the importance of taking care of yourself, in order to give your best self to your soul-work.  Inspiring and fresh, it also offers ways to stay juicy during a creative drought.  Enjoy!

The Green Man: Cherishing the Wild Seed- New Post on The Pagan Arts

Hello! I've just visited Alane Brown's website and found to my delight that my newest post is posted there, deliciously rendered for your artistic delectation. May it fill your cup...

http://thepaganarts.com/2010/04/28/green-man-meditation-a-guest-post-by-molly-childers/

Inspired by The Green Man

Portrait of a Lady in Winter: The Green Man’s Tale



And the winter-ladies’ graces

holding hands with certain silence

And mad soliloquies of sudden thunder break and roll, break and roll

Inevitability fades as she listens very closely

To this,

His spun-sugar fantasy

And if she only listens closely he will tell her everything.

Her sweet face smiles and she believes it all

And in its golden castle, her pocket-watch tick-tocks disdainfully

And waiting, ever-waiting as he tells his crazy tale

Again for the audience that is trapped inside his head.

The Green Man listens for the sound of music in an oak-leaf,

New-fallen to the ground,

And singing

Suddenly in the eldritch green witch-light of the coming storm,

He begins to laugh and laugh.


Author's Note: This poem was inspired by The Green Man, who visited me one lonely winter morning and woke me up to spring.  For my companion post to this piece, please see my guest blog post, "The Green Man: Cherishing the Wild Seed," soon to come on The Pagan Arts.

Deep in the Dark, Dark Woods at Night

Today I am isolating myself from everyone to scribble in my endless notebooks. I am a writer-never doubt it. There are times when I question this path, but I cannot leave it- and in truth, I have no wish to try. I don't think I ever chose it- was there ever a moment when I had a choice? Not that I recall- I simply always knew.



A silver lantern lights my way through the trees. I am looking for a precious treasure hidden by moonilight. I wonder and wander beneath the moon. I smile wild with cold teeth and take a bite out of the sky. It tastes of ink.


Author's Notes: This is an excerpt from my book, "Stealing Plums."

The Pagan Arts Guest Blogs

I am working with Alane Brown, of The Pagan Arts, as a guest blogger. I will contribute blogs on topics relating to creativity, art, and spirituality. For more information on Pagan art, music, magick, and more, please visit her website at:
http://thepaganarts.com

An offering to the May Queen...

In hopes that you will bestow sunshine upon us!!!