I was privileged to watch from in front, and my heart was full to see your
happy day from that vantage.


On Tue, May 31, 2016 at 1:23 PM, Soren atte Raven <[log in to unmask]>

> ***hugs***
> (...What Eo said...)
> ~Søren
> On May 31, 2016 12:24 PM, "Eowyth þa Siðend" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> ***love***
>> Eowyth
>> (Further words are just not available)
>> On Tue, May 31, 2016 at 11:57 AM, Qadiya Catalina de Arazuri <
>> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>> I am not even sure where to begin with all of the thank yous. So I will
>>> tell you the story of my weekend.
>>> Friday morning I woke up entirely nauseous, I made it into work and sat
>>> here with my head on my knees just waiting to get out. I finally gave in
>>> and went home at noon so that I could nap for a few before it was time to
>>> hit the road. There was no way I was going to allow myself to be sick this
>>> weekend. No Way. I took a 3 hour nap, got up and started to get the last
>>> few items together to pack up into the truck as soon as the man got home. I
>>> could barely even manage that the nausea was making me dizzy with every
>>> move. As soon as the man made it home I tried to get up and start taking
>>> stuff to the truck, my body was not having it, so my wonderful daughter and
>>> man packed up the last of all the things for me. We hit the road. By the
>>> time we made it to Sedalia I was starving. So we ate and all of a sudden I
>>> was feeling immensely better. Thank God!
>>> We arrived on site with just enough time to get the roof of our tent up
>>> before the rain hit. Then we hung out with friends under the Tor pavilion,
>>> which became our living room for the weekend. Every time the rain would let
>>> up for a minute or two we would run out and try to set up some more of our
>>> stuff. Then back under the Tor pavilion we went. Finally around midnight or
>>> 1 am, I’m really not sure, the rain let up and my man got the bed put
>>> together and I promptly climbed into it. He went out to the vigil, I was
>>> too exhausted from not feeling well to do much of anything.
>>> Saturday morning we woke up and I got everything straightened out in the
>>> tent so that it would be ready to be the Vigil tent that evening. I
>>> showered and met with Simonetta who braided my hair and hennaed my hands.
>>> Then I waited, I went to court and waited. I watched Gaebbie, Hrefna, Aly
>>> and Cincinatta prepare all the delicious Vigil food and I waited. It
>>> probably wasn’t very long at all, but it felt like forever!
>>> Their Majesties and Highnesses arrived and His Majesty asked if I was
>>> ready, and I responded “Yes! Let’s get this show on the road!” I think I
>>> was just anxious to get everything going .
>>> We walked into the vigil chamber, which was just absolutely perfect. The
>>> Peerage banners hung on all the walls, the oil lamps were full and ready to
>>> be lit, and all the vigil pieces were assembled and ready to be spoken on.
>>> The peers filed in, the faces of the people who have always inspired me to
>>> do everything that makes me happy, they were there to witness this moment,
>>> to share this moment with me. Peers who I have admired since I first joined
>>> this group of wonderful people traveled from near and far to share with me
>>> their words of wisdom and praise. People I have grown with, learned with,
>>> experienced life with, worked with and loved with. They were there to share
>>> this moment with me.
>>> There were moments while I was sitting in my vigil chamber, I would look
>>> around at the pools of simmering light coming off of the mosque lamps, I
>>> would see the people milling about just outside, I could hear their
>>> laughter, and the sounds of their joy, I could hear the drums and recorder,
>>> I could see them dancing. I thought to myself “how could this be anymore
>>> perfect”. Then I heard Fernando Singing the Veil and it was made more
>>> perfect.
>>> The night went by quickly and soon I was alone in my chamber pondering
>>> the words that were spoken to me. I felt entirely loved and cherished by so
>>> many people who I admire, love and cherish. I was removed from vigil and my
>>> wonderful man and I snuggled into a cozy bed of sheepskins and pillows.
>>> Sunday I woke and spent the day under the Tor pavilion with my extended
>>> household and great friends. We ate leftover vigil food and talked the day
>>> away. Many of my friends put the finishing touches on their Andalusian garb
>>> that they had made to be a part of my ceremony. Then a few of us went out
>>> to the creek and cooled our feet in the water. Then it was time to shower
>>> and prepare for court.
>>> I received a white Andalusian Qamisa embroidered with a Laurel wreath by
>>> my Apprentice sister Cecily. Over this I wore the gold Durra’ made from a
>>> replica silk called the Baghdadi fabric. I wrapped my head in a silk veil,
>>> and I donned the white Tabard and walked to the back of court where
>>> everyone who was a part of my ceremony was excitedly awaiting their part.
>>> My Mistress Elianor was called in and everyone took their places to be
>>> ready for the procession. Alessandra begin to play Lamma Badda on her
>>> recorder, Dongal and Anton begin to drum the very complicated 10/8 drum
>>> beat and Giovanna begin to sing the Arabic song with beauty, precision and
>>> clarity beyond comparison. At this point Rahil, Cecilia and Gwendolyn begin
>>> to dance in my procession with such grace and splendor that can never be
>>> rivaled. The populace was captivated by their light steps, graceful turns
>>> and elegant poses. I stood tall and proud of my friends, there is no more
>>> perfect way to be led into court. It was everything I had ever imagined,
>>> everything I have ever dreamed of.
>>> I settled myself in front of Their Majesties, my belt and tabard were
>>> removed and I heard what it is to be a Laurel. The people who spoke to me,
>>> the people who spoke for me, the Peers and friends who attested to my
>>> qualities in front of Their Royal Majesties, Their Royal Highnesses, Their
>>> Excellencies and the Populace. That all of you, who I look to for
>>> inspiration, who I look to and admire your accomplishments, that all of you
>>> could say such things of me, brought tears to my eyes. These were not tears
>>> of sadness; they are tears from the warmth, joy, love, admiration,
>>> excitement. I can only strive to live up to what you have said of me. I can
>>> only hope that I will always continue to be the person you believe me to
>>> be.
>>> I was then presented with my coat. A beautiful red wool coat, lined and
>>> trimmed in blue Indian silk made by my Mistress Elianor. Adorned on the
>>> arms with Tiraz bands designed by Aidan, and embroidered with Monarch
>>> Butterflies and Andalusian inspired Laurel leaves by Gaebbie. This coat is
>>> everything I could have imagined and more. The warmth it will bring me will
>>> be impossible to compare to. The beauty of the design of the Tiraz bands
>>> are more of a blessing than any words could ever convey. The Tiraz (which
>>> means embroidery) is immaculate. The love that was put into the piece of
>>> art that was created is evident.
>>> Next came the mark of my new station, I am now the owner of the most
>>> beautifully handcrafted artisan silver earrings I have ever seen. Earrings
>>> made for me by Master Grimwulf. His craftsmanship is a quality
>>> unchallenged. And my hands shook as I removed my other earrings and put
>>> these in my lobes. My ears have never been so beautifully adorned. With
>>> silver earrings made in the style of 12th century Andalusian earrings, with
>>> Laurel leaves and falcons. I don’t want to take them off. Ever. Seriously.
>>> I lost my memory while giving my oath. I had a special oath memorized,
>>> and it failed me. Then I was presented to the Kingdom as a member of the
>>> Order of the Laurel. The populace erupted in cheers! I didn’t even know how
>>> to stand there when that happen but I did. Then I heard Rhodri begin to
>>> read my scroll. He wrote me a Muwashasha, he incorporated so much of my
>>> life and SCA career into that poem. His words brought tears to my
>>> households eyes. His words lifted my heart, and made me feel like I was
>>> soaring with the Falcons of our Kingdom.
>>> I was directed to turn so that I would see the gorgeous scroll that was
>>> painted for me by Constantia. A painted scene in my image from in the style
>>> of the Hadith of Bayad wa Riyad. My favorite love story of 13th century
>>> al-Andalus. Written in arabesque with a reed pen, on goat skin parchment.
>>> Her delicate hand in the fine details of the work is astounding.
>>> I walked out of court to find my handsome man waiting for me with a
>>> kiss. Than I received all the hugs of congratulations. What a wonderful
>>> day! How could it be any more perfect. We followed court by running out for
>>> Thai food, I got to eat Tiger cry beef with my friends. That made it more
>>> perfect.
>>> We got back to site ready to climb into bed when we heard the graduation
>>> celebration and the songs coming from it. So we grabbed a few beverages and
>>> headed over to Eowyth’s to sing and celebrate. And the day was even more
>>> perfect than it was before.
>>> Mistress Elianor, my mentor, my friend, my inspiration to be as
>>> authentic as possible; not only in my arts and sciences, but also in my
>>> life. I can’t even begin to thank you for all that you did to make this
>>> happen. I am forever in your debt.
>>> *~~~ Catalina*
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