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Moments of Goodness
Jun. 16th, 2008 10:23 amThe SCA is full of magic, learning and fun, if you are open to it. Once mundane cares and fears fall away, magical things can happen, such as:
"Hemm knight!" Sitting on the ground with a foam sword in my hand, and 19 month old N. comes toddling up (it's what he does!) He's well trained to only attack another sword (although his control is a bit erratic, he's not trying to hit me, but well I'm a BIG target) and he does it with total concentration and enthusiasm. And having a helm and a shield makes one a knight, and someone he can hit. I also got to have bouts with about 5 other young swordfighters. Including a 6 year (?) old who can throw a pump fake with a left/right draw, and got a solid thump on the gut (But it's such a BIG target) which meant I needed to ask Maestro Allesandro to curry me later...
"So Tall!" Master Vyncent brought some of his works, including the chopines, to the event. As he sat vigil, the Princess of the Mists exclaimed that she would like to try them. She was so enthused about standing in them that she came back and tried walking in them. Then walking into court with them, then walking out of court with them. Her enthusiam was as clear burning as her son's with a sword. What happens when a woman who is 5'4" becomes 6'4"? It's an amazingly better perspective.
"Big Pig!" Vittoria held a tavern on Saturday night, the Lily and Sword. For dinner (13 cen german) she roasted a pig. I helped pull it off the rack and off the spit and carve it, which I had never done. Very very very cool. I stole a trotter and sold it in the tavern, and for a little time while the slightly undone parts of the pig were on the grill I became "Cracklin' John" walking through the tavern giving out cracklin' to those who wanted it. Next time, though, we'll have a cleaver. And having people fight over who got the head? Priceless, when they found out they were sitting next to each other.
"Clean Hands". Did some dishwashing. I swear I'm going to develop a crew to do this; it's not hard with a little organization, but it's a disaster if you don't think about it a little. Scrape and sort first! Get the food you're saving put away! Rant! Rave!
"Sweet Music" At the end of the evening (somewhat early) I went into the tavern. Moishe, Vyncent and Vittoria were hunched over her lyrics book, singing early (Cantigas de Maria) songs. I requested a time of "Ave Maria". Six or seven of us sang those words, listening to each other, trading melody and improvisation. WOW! It was wonderful. Then the three did a song from the Orkneys, in thirds all the way through. Then some other songs, where we picked up the chorus. Gregory played his bladderpipe for us. It was a timeless moment, gathered around the candles on the table, pavilions outlined across the field, breathing the music into the dark air.
I've resolved to pick a pictoral reference, and finish a costume and accessories to become that person. I think the first one of these shall be one of the http://www.wga.hu/art/l/limbourg/01janvie.jpg
beer drinking guys on the right--thanks to Constanza, I have the lovely houppelond already!
"Hemm knight!" Sitting on the ground with a foam sword in my hand, and 19 month old N. comes toddling up (it's what he does!) He's well trained to only attack another sword (although his control is a bit erratic, he's not trying to hit me, but well I'm a BIG target) and he does it with total concentration and enthusiasm. And having a helm and a shield makes one a knight, and someone he can hit. I also got to have bouts with about 5 other young swordfighters. Including a 6 year (?) old who can throw a pump fake with a left/right draw, and got a solid thump on the gut (But it's such a BIG target) which meant I needed to ask Maestro Allesandro to curry me later...
"So Tall!" Master Vyncent brought some of his works, including the chopines, to the event. As he sat vigil, the Princess of the Mists exclaimed that she would like to try them. She was so enthused about standing in them that she came back and tried walking in them. Then walking into court with them, then walking out of court with them. Her enthusiam was as clear burning as her son's with a sword. What happens when a woman who is 5'4" becomes 6'4"? It's an amazingly better perspective.
"Big Pig!" Vittoria held a tavern on Saturday night, the Lily and Sword. For dinner (13 cen german) she roasted a pig. I helped pull it off the rack and off the spit and carve it, which I had never done. Very very very cool. I stole a trotter and sold it in the tavern, and for a little time while the slightly undone parts of the pig were on the grill I became "Cracklin' John" walking through the tavern giving out cracklin' to those who wanted it. Next time, though, we'll have a cleaver. And having people fight over who got the head? Priceless, when they found out they were sitting next to each other.
"Clean Hands". Did some dishwashing. I swear I'm going to develop a crew to do this; it's not hard with a little organization, but it's a disaster if you don't think about it a little. Scrape and sort first! Get the food you're saving put away! Rant! Rave!
"Sweet Music" At the end of the evening (somewhat early) I went into the tavern. Moishe, Vyncent and Vittoria were hunched over her lyrics book, singing early (Cantigas de Maria) songs. I requested a time of "Ave Maria". Six or seven of us sang those words, listening to each other, trading melody and improvisation. WOW! It was wonderful. Then the three did a song from the Orkneys, in thirds all the way through. Then some other songs, where we picked up the chorus. Gregory played his bladderpipe for us. It was a timeless moment, gathered around the candles on the table, pavilions outlined across the field, breathing the music into the dark air.
I've resolved to pick a pictoral reference, and finish a costume and accessories to become that person. I think the first one of these shall be one of the http://www.wga.hu/art/l/limbourg/01janvie.jpg
beer drinking guys on the right--thanks to Constanza, I have the lovely houppelond already!
