Earthspiritcreations at Wyrdfest Wales 2013

Hi all,
my debut festival with my stall was a success not only for me but for the Pagans of Wales, as Wyrdfest was a first, hopefully of many. We battled against crappy weather and drunken rugby fans to produce a wonderful opening ceremony, great talks by local speakers (which I unfortunately missed), dancing and loads of great stalls and therapies. This was my first of two festivals this month, anyone in Suffolk or Essex come along to the Leaping Hare Pagan Convention in Colchester on 30th March! In the meantime you can check out my work on Facebook and Etsy, I'm adding new stuff all the time! Blessed Be all, and happy Ostara x )O(

https://www.facebook.com/etsyearthspiritcreations?fref=ts

https://www.etsy.com/shop/Luthylou

Call to Prayer

Call to Prayer

I call to the hills and mountains
To the towns and to the cities
to the old and the young ones,
to the richest and the poorest.

I call to those by the river,
to those who live by the sea,
to those of every nation,
from all corners of our Earth.

I call to those in the forests,
to the ones who live out on the plains
I call you all to join as one
I call you all to prayer.

To those who have a god or gods,
I call to you to pray;
to those who do not pray, I ask
for action and reflection.

I call for all to join as one,
whatever you may believe.
I call to you to change this world,
to leave it better than we found it.

I call for en masse healing,
to heal both heart and mind.
If we can heal the earth around us,
so too are our hearts and bodies cleansed.

Clean the rivers and plant more trees,
learn to live in harmony,
Live with the land that nurtures us,
pray to make the change.

Don't bite the hand that feeds us,
Take care of what we have
Use wisely what is given to us,
Pray to make the change.

Let us join hands and rejoice in the earth,
let it fill us with its love and warmth
Let it cleanse us as we cleanse it
Pray to make the change.

I pray for healing of the body;
to mend broken bones and broken hearts;
to ward off illness and strife
to bring the flesh back to health.

I pray for healing of the mind;
to eliminate pain and end needless suffering
to restore peace and calm in the psyche
to bring a soul from the darkness to the light.

So I pray for healing of the earth;
Light a candle to brighten the way.
Stand on a hilltop and call to the winds
Cause a clamour and cause a stir
Rouse the people to take a stand
Pray to heal our home
Pray to make the change.

SH  8th February 2013

)O(

Prison without walls

Prison without walls

Marching they come, marching they go
Such busy lives, so much to do
So much to see and feel and hear
I see, I hear, but I feel nothing.

They rise in the morning with a plan in their heads
a bright, shining future, laid out and clear
round and round, to and fro they walk
Never stopping, too eager to move foward.

It's all very well to wake up in the morning
but why without reason or even a plan?
When day after day is all the same,
each week a counterpart of the next and the last.

The days roll by, no life, no colour
Each day a living death creeps closer and closer
a walking death is no life at all,
a life in flesh but a death in spirit.

Round and round with the others I walk,
a bright, shining future, clouded and dim,
such busy lives, I've so much to do.
Days of endless numbness, nights of coursing pain.

What is the purpose of a life,
if it remains a prison without walls?
How does one live the life of the others
from a cage of pain with invisible bars?

All in a day it begins to choke,
the bars wrap around and real pain claws through the numbness
It's time to get out, to escape
If there are no walls, who stops me from leaving?

I follow the coast down to a bridge
I cross the bridge and come to a town
Through the town I go, then through rolling hills
Til I find myself in the Glassy Isle.

Here there is healing
Here there is joy
Here there is friendship
Here there is trust.

I feel my heart begin to open
I feel my head begin to clear
The colours brighten, the sun shines brighter
I see a path open up before me.

I am home.

SH  7th February 2013

)O(

Musings from inside the goddess temple

Hello all,
for those who are aware of what I've been going through in recent weeks you know how desperately needed my week in Glastonbury was. I got on a train and simply stayed until the money ran out. Four and a half days obviously wasn't enough, as by Saturday when I went for healing the two healers were both in tears after 20 seconds. Goodness knows what I was giving off. I spent most of the time I was there in the goddess temple and I've chosen to thank Kathy Jones and the melissas for their hospitality by donating two of my prize paintings. I learned a good deal in a short time, about forgiveness, releasing of anger, how to slow down and regain some faith in humanity and the capacity for kindess and love from strangers. Here I've posted some of the musings I scribbled down while in the temple, which I hope you can draw something from.

 

In an age when everything can be found on the Internet, people don't seem to want to look further.

Look further! Some things aren't online!
Open your eyes! Look around you! Soak it in!

Breathe the life. Talk to people. Read books.

All life is interconnected.

 

***

 

There is a most enormous energy here, so powerful and so pure that not even the idiots can put a dent in it.

Never have I felt so securely confident that the sacredness of this place will forever be preserved and actively upheld.

 

***

 

I've entered a state of hypersensitivity, which is very odd indeed. I've never felt so receptive to energy.

I've never felt the attraction to the subtle vibration of crystals as I feel now.

Before I came here I was numb and blocked. I'd not felt a thing for weeks.

Now I'm able to channel energy so strongly my hand shakes after a few seconds.

I can feel the subtlest shift of energy in the breeze.

I will use these gifts to the best of my ability for as long as they stay.

On the other hand I feel so fragile I could fall apart.

 

***

 

The tourists and the pilgrims are very easy to tell apart - the tourists are in such a damned hurry all the time. It's like they're on fast-forward.

Chill out folks! Life is for the living, the journey, not the destination.

 

And yet.... the most unlikely of people come in to worship. It's a beautiful thing to see.

 

***

 

Here there is a language without words - a smile can say a thousand things.

We are here for a common purpose - words, the labelling of things and feelings and desires with sounds becomes unnecessary.

It's a feeling of connection like no other.

)O(

 

 



One solstice night

Asteroids rained down and forests burned,

yet few people seemed remotely concerned.

Floodwaters rose and thunderstorms churned,

But still the planet turned and turned.

"It's the end of the world!" some people cried,

"We told you so! Repent, run, hide!"

But I sat in my chair and sighed,

warm and snug on this Yuletide.

Every street of every town,

the whole land over, up and down,

was filled with shoppers running round,

To see how much they could grab for a pound.

"Stay indoors!" the reporter said,

as giant hailstones rained down on his head.

Well, I was snuggled in my bed,

warm and cosy and very well fed.

"It's Christmas, the world can't grind to a stop!"

came the uneasy voices from every shop,

as the people began to precariously hop

around burning rocks that would crackle and pop.

From the skies there came a breeze,

that made the land the world over freeze,

and what's this? It's raining mushy peas!

The repenters were down on their knees.

As earthquakes rocked the planet's crust,

And trees came down with one strong gust,

as buildings crumbled into dust,

where now were people to put their trust?

Well, good grief, it's very cold,

but you'd think the streets were paved with gold,

"Ignore the weather! Keep spending!" we're told, 

as Christmas continues to be bought and sold.

Here is ending the shortest day,

the sunshine disappears, down to the last ray.

The shoppers barge each other out the way,

even though the darkness is here to stay.

So here has arrived the longest night,

I'll admit it's a most extraordinary sight,

this end of the world, but with all my might,

I wish for a returning of the light.

We waited and waited, through the dark,

now no noise save for a dog's bark,

what kind of legacy would this event mark?

The masses were gathering in the park.

But I was in my bed fast asleep,

I couldn't hear the scared people weep,

but then I saw sunshine, just a peep,

and out of my bed I sprang in a leap.

"Welcome to the new world," she said to me,

the smily newsreader on TV,

oh, what a beautiful thing to see!

A good slice of toast and a cup of tea!

Now the world was put to right,

the sun rising up, shining bright,

Mother nature went to these extremes? Well, quite,

to bring people together on solstice night.

Now the people began to understand,

as they gathered in the streets, hand in hand,

Forget the commercial! Gifts needn't be grand!

It took the end of the world to unite the land.

Merry Christmas, Yule, and Hannukah too,

or whatever celebration is best for you,

out with the old and in with the new,

May love and compassion be in all that you do.

)O(

The new Etsy shop!

Howdy all,
with, for once, a distinct lack of Pagan shops in my area, I'm now selling goodies old and new in my new Etsy shop. Check it out! Place an order before 21st December and get a free personalised Yule card :D )O(
http://www.etsy.com/shop/Luthylou

Love and hugs, xx

On death

Hi everyone,
I know I haven't written for a while, and I'd intended to waffle on a bit more about runes or about the rituals I got up to at the summer (Lughnasad in Avebury being the highlight), but I have more pressing things to talk about now....

When I refer to 'death', from a Pagan perspective, I mean more than just a physical death of a body. When you lose anything that was a large part of your life, particularly if it was taken suddenly and unexpectedly, it can feel like a death, and the process that follows can still be defined as grieving. When my girlfriend left me last week, I felt like I'd spent an entire summer planning for a future that no longer exists. Now I have to start from scratch, pick up the pieces and rebuild my life; everything was going so swimmingly that there was no plan B and I was devastated. But here's the thing....
One of the great things about being Pagan is that when tragedy of some sort strikes you always know that it will produce one or both of two outcomes; a new birth (I predict creative output to soar this month, a light workload this semester will help), and eventually a rebirth into a new life, certainly a long way from the one that was planned, but we're flexible like that. Adaptability is why we have survived so long! When it feels like all is lost, what we have on our side is to remember to go back to basics, to remember that everything is built on the birth-death-rebirth cycle. Living in a world of concrete can make it easy to forget it but after the darkness the light will always return; it's simply the way that nature is designed.
The other thing about experiencing intense emotional pain or loss, or feeling like you've made an irreversible mistake or lost something irreplaceable, is to remember that there is something to learn from everything that goes wrong. It's true when they say that everything happens for a reason and that lessons are repeated until they are learned. When the bombshell was dropped on me I felt only confusion, anger and immense pain, and it took a few days for the fog to clear and the message of what I was supposed to learn from this to sink in. I was being taught to appreciate the support that I have in this city; I've never been happy here at Uni and didn't make close friends last year, but had things gone to plan with my other half I'd have near ignored everyone else. The lord and lady can be forceful if they have to but they'll do whatever it takes to make us open our eyes and see our surroundings for what they really are. It took for this to happen to see what wonderful people surround and support me. There's an answer to the darkest of times, and it can be the people you feel you connect with the least and to whom you give little time who are the kindest and most supportive. The gods will teach you what you need to learn, and if like myself, you are stubborn enough to make them have to put you through hell to learn it, like any good parent, that is what they will do.
Once again Glastonbury calls, almost 5 months after my wonderful birthday venture, this time a solemn pursuit of healing. In the run up to Samhain a trip like this seems appropriate, a time to mourn, to let go, then to rebuild and start a new life.
 Blessed Be all xxx