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What a privilege to be part of this most well deserved celebration.
Congratulations once again, good Mistress.

-- HRH Logan --


On Tue, May 31, 2016 at 11:57 AM, Qadiya Catalina de Arazuri <
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> 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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