So I just got back from Pennsic…and boy, is my everything tired. My mind. My body (though not that badly). My heart. Because it got a lot of exercise this past week.
(Oh, I should mention, this is going to be a long post. I may have to do this in pieces. I don’t know. I have no idea if anyone’s going to read this anyway…I mostly chose WordPress so I’d have a place to organize and post my songs online, not necessarily because I wanted to become a blogger. But I do have things I want to say, to anyone who has an interest, and there are people over the course of my life who have claimed that I write well and should do it more often. And I definitely came out of this past week wanting to take some time and space to express gratitude to people. I will get to that part at some point as well.)
I went to Pennsic this year with a mission in mind. (Actually, two. At least.) The mission for myself was to break through and find and join the SCA bardic community, and “get seen,” as I had been advised to do by a few friends and/or patrons. The mission for my family was to actually all get to go to Pennsic, and have all of us–me, my wife, and our son–get what we wanted out of it, or at least a good bit of what we wanted. (Last year, our first year actually attending Pennsic since our son was born, had more modest goal: to see people we cared about, give Spencer a taste of it, and see if he could tolerate it for a few days without all of us going crazy. Turned out he loved it and we stayed the week, but we didn’t attend any classes. And though I did sing a little, and for the second time was inspired at Pennsic to write a Bardic song, which became “My Thirst”, any ambitions I had as a bard were kept to very limited scope.)