Category: I’m A Rennie

I love renaissance fairs and have been on cast at the St. Louis fair for years.

I Sang at my Renaissance Faire

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But it was not what I thought it would be, alas.

As part of my 2014 36/36 challenge, I had given myself the task of singing at the faire, either by myself or with a tenor who works the lanes playing a bard. We even talked about the tune we would sing together.

This was part of my 36/36 challenge, but it was not quite what I thought it would be. 🙂

I pictured myself singing a little ditty, or standing with Alex, our Bard, in a lane to sing something else.  Instead, I sang “I’m a Little Teapot” for my guild.

I had left my mug behind one Saturday night and our guild leader had snagged it for safekeeping.  The penance, or cost for it, however, was singing something silly. If I had been someone else, he said, it would have been worse.

So I accomplished this goal, just not in a way that I thought I would.

 

Until Next Time

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Time slows

In the dewy-promised morning of a welcome unfolding, my limbs and words reach out to those long unseen.

In a hot afternoon of mid-day revelry, hearing delighted cheers from the joust over the hill, playing tag with the sunlight to not burn my skin,

In the smell of the blacksmith’s fire as it stings the back of my throat and the soft fragrance of honey from the slowly melted wax,

Time slows.

Around the soft wool plaid-covered dining table and softly falling ash from the open fire, eating freshly simmered stew off  oversize wooden spoons, next to elders and the younger, all helping cast off, understand, and slow down the mundane dragging of life,

Reclining in swirling pipe smoke, calling out insults and verbal barbs with kinsmen, wrapping my tongue around thick pronunciation and enjoying their faces as they consider a comeback, reveling in their creativity,

Oh, how time slows.

Watching nature wake up, a rain of inchworms becoming a cloud of butterflies, verdant leaves, flowers, and a wee hidden sheep cushioning the visual space.

Air thickens with humidity until the tantalizing promise of rain finally blows through the glen, where nothing can thwart the pulse of life and joy that moves through.

A final exhausted circle of dusty day-worn bodies teasing, jovial and affectionate. Hands passing flasks and bottles around, each one carefully and considerately conserving a sip to share and make room for the next,

Time slows.

Alas, it does not stop, and so, until next time…

*Inspired by Day 1, Writing 101

Happy and Sassy Lamby

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In my guild at the Ren Fair, we’re going to make t-shirts and stuff for this year’s cast.  This past week, we were presented with the opportunity to come up with a new slogan which would require a new image. (Our guild chief got conked in the back of a head during the keg toss – and he was a good 20 feet away.) We were talking about other slogans, kind of playing on that incident (which could have been horrible but wasn’t,) and I drew a few sketches of a sheep in a kilt to work with it.

I don’t know if they will be used and I’m trying to surrender any expectations I have to that end, but it felt nice to do.  I’ve never tried to draw anything for anything other than my own enjoyment before. (Perhaps for good reason.. 🙂

I even gave them both names.

happy lamby                                    sassy lamby

 

Let us gingerly place a timid foot e’er closer

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My first official stint as a real live acting Rennie approaches, and I’m sick.  I was out doing site work last Saturday, and fell sick.  In truth, I was already coming down with something, but then I didn’t hydrate properly. Bot now, just a few days out, I’m getting excited and watching Brave to prepare for me accent. As I think about the month that approaches, I realizes it will pass quickly.

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