My muse is capricious, at best. There is an idea for a song that I have been trying to write for the better part of a year now and she just isn’t having it. In fact, she’s ignored me completely of late until yesterday at Bardic Madness XXV. Right before a class about three song sets, the ONE class I had planned to attend, she descended. Because of course she did. Settling down to write instead, I soon realized that all she’d given me were three words: Heavy the Crown. Typical. Her favorite game is to see how little she can give me and still make me do stuff. At least the melody came easily. Continue reading
For the past two weeks, my sister has been sending me texts on the topic of: Why You Are Awesome. For those of you with similar self-esteem issues, you will understand how hard it has been to simply accept them as they roll in without firing back comically dismissive retorts. (I will admit that there have been more than one text when I could not resist shouting impotently at the phone and one where I literally had to sit on my hands.) Somewhere deep inside, I know I’m awesome and I know my life is awesome but I don’t think many people understand why I don’t often acknowledge it publicly.
I am so, so lucky. I have an amazingly supportive network of friends and family. I have a good education; a roof over my head; a good job with a great company; great local health insurance; access to excellent health care; access to quality food choices and clean water; and the means to maintain a stable lifestyle without the constant fear that it could be yanked away after the next paycheck. A lot of the world doesn’t have these luxuries. Some of my friends don’t even have all of them and the last thing I want to do is make them feel bad about it. I’m nowhere near “rich” by American standards, but I sure as hell am in global terms and, to me, it feels rude and self-aggrandizing to be constantly shouting it from the rooftops. I’m just trying to live my life in the best way I can.
Why You Are Awesome #14: You love deeply but very quietly.
Yup. That’s pretty much it.
The Known World Bardic Congress and Cooks Collegium consists of two full days of, not surprisingly, bardic and cooking classes taught by folks from nearly every kingdom in the SCA Known World. With over a hundred classes and only eight time slots in the weekend, choosing was HARD. In the end, I tried to strike a balance by selecting half cooking classes and half bardic. The sheer amount of research, scope, and breadth presented in the cooking classes was mind boggling, but it was in two of the bardic classes that I finally understood and, more importantly, felt the true meaning of the SCA as a family.
This song was written for the Rose Rises II bardic challenge at feast: To Honour A Friend. The challenge was to either present something (song, poem, story, etc.) done by a friend in honor of that person, or write something about a person you wish to honor.
A little over a year ago, I got a wild hair at work one day and, with nothing to do that evening, decided I wanted to learn something new. Though I had dabbled in the SCA some 20 years ago in college, it didn’t really take and so it was with some surprise that I found myself looking up the local barony to see what it had to offer. As it happened, fletching was on the calendar for that evening. Making arrows sounds fun! I’ll do that. And so I arrived on Jois Corbet’s doorstep at the appointed time. She welcomed me into her home, took me under her wing, and re-introduced me to the known world where I have since made more friends in a shorter span of time than I thought possible. Continue reading
I had the good fortune and honor of becoming Jararvellir Archery Champion in June of this year. When I went looking for archery songs and found none, I decided that needed to be remedied. Set to the tune of Bound For To Go – The Jig of Slurs by Michael Greiner, with his kind permission. Presented at the Warriors and Warlords XX bardic circle. Continue reading