Category: Life – It doesn’t live itself

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. šŸ™‚

I pictured myself singing a little ditty, or standing with Alex, our Bard, in a lane to sing something else.Ā  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.Ā  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 blacksmithā€™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 offĀ  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

Inspiration Engine 17 – Poetry

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This is a weekly post I do to highlight blogs or bloggers who have inspired me in some way during this week ā€“ another car on my imagination train!

 

1. I’m not normally a poetry kind of girl, but as I was writing this week, I felt like I wanted to.Ā  I found, on this post from Writer’s Digest, a list of different styles of poetry, explaining thme and giving me examples.Ā  As I was looking, I was inspired to try it a few times on different topics.Ā  Stay tuned for future efforts. šŸ™‚

Pale Whisper – The Loss Trilogy, Pt. 1

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Something I was thinking about this morning coincides with the Writing 101 prompt to write about a loss: my birth father and the loss of him, or rather, the absence of him, in my life.Ā  I donā€™t know that I can say ā€œloss,ā€ ā€˜cause I donā€™t remember a time I ā€œhadā€ him. Iā€™ve talked about him a bit before, and Iā€™ve said that heā€™s abusive, but I havenā€™t gone into detail about what he did.

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Inspiration Engine 16 – Gettin’ Aulder!

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This is a weekly post I do to highlight blogs or bloggers who have inspired me in some way during this week – another car on my imagination train!

Health and getting older has been on my mind a lot this week. (Skip this section if you don’t want TMI): I’m getting older. It’s really and truly happening; it’s not longer a cognitive eventuality. I woke up with a hot and sweaty face the other night and I couldn’t sleep – Night sweat? My period is late this month (not pregnant). I have arthritis that, no matter how much I hope and pretend otherwise, finds new ways to hurt every day. I also had an emotionally trying week last week, and am still trying to find footing in the sifting sands of truth and dysfunction.

My new favorite blog on feminism and body positivity: Talkin’ Reckless.

And then these posts on yoga and meditation: Amanda Green Yoga and

Maybe these things will help me find my footing and accept the changes. What works for you?

A 90s Comeback

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The return of the ’90s – something I have started dreaming about maybe last year. You see, I realized that the fashion of the late 80s and early 90s was coming back, but also – and this is a bonus I didn’t expect – I knew what did and didn’t look good on me. So I was already ahead of the game!
I’m waiting for the baby doll tees and baggy jeans, because I can wear those like it’s my job. I think we have about a year or so.

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.Ā  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 headĀ during the keg toss – and he was a good 20Ā feet away.) We were talking about other slogans, kind of playing on that incident (which could have been horrible but wasn’t,) andĀ 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.Ā  I’ve never tried to draw anything for anything other than my own enjoyment before. (Perhaps for good reason.. šŸ™‚

I even gave them both names.

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