While we were in Ireland this past march, many of the locals labeled me as a tourist. Mostly because of my choice of sweater (one I've owned for about 10 years or so). I was hurt and offended by this label, as it carries for me the same disdain with which it was used.

I think I now know why I'm so offended by the term and why it really doesn't apply to me as it was used. When I spent a month in France my senior year of high school I was bound and determined to immerse myself completel... read more

Well I would have never guessed it 10 years ago but I'm officially married and happily so. The trip to Ireland this year was even more magical than my previous two. Some of that was because I was there with Donna again. Some of it was getting married while we were there.

Exchanging vows on a 100 yd spur that stuck out into the ocean, accessible only at low tide was amazing. I spent the next 3 days on the verge of tears after crying openly when she sang her vows to me. That anyone co... read more

What lies beneath our eyes when we sleep,
Flights of fancy or inner most desires,
Hopes and fears unrecognized until upon waking,
They spring forth unbidden half forgotten already?
In dreams we float on air,
Fly as weightless as clouds.
Our joy lifting us higher,
While reason reels without comprension,
Incredulous at the impossibility,
Though unable to deny the reality.
What then of those who dream awake,
See clearly what was once hidden and denied?
While reason holds sway and ... read more

I just ran across a bunch of scroll texts that I got to write for some really cool folks so I thought I'd post some of them here over the next couple of weeks. Kind of an inspiration to get myself back more fully into the SCA.

This first one is actually my oath poem from when I became Lyriel's protege.

Ten winters since wyrd willed me voyage
Travel peril's path, kinsmen killed,
Exiled from comrades, I sought a hearth fire
To warm my frozen heart.
Falcon found me friendless on Thr... read more