Why do I like the SCA?
Apr. 11th, 2006 01:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichWe just had a rather rough patch of messages post back and forth on a local List - the cyclic "Why the SCA isn't as good as my organization" thing and it drained a lot of folks as they read and reacted. And now that it's almost 2am, I'm thinking... why do I like the SCA? Well, it's hard to boil down. I like the excitement. Not the fighting/field/battle stuff, but the excited Craftsman/Researcher stuff that lights up a person's face and makes them fairly fly to their computer to share their new find (or hover on the edge of their chair at an event in anticipation of sharing it with someone else). I like the memory of seeing a man kneeling to tend a fire, blanketed by fog and getting shivers from how much it seemed to have been a scene translated from another time. That was long before I found that man and his wife one of my closest sets of friends, or was lucky enough to have him become my protogee...
I like the lift in a person's walk when their garb and the day combine to make them feel like they are someplace brighter, bigger, more true to spirit than their everyday life does. Knowing that particular memory will get them through a hard time later on. I like seeing my friends chuckle and tease each other over IKAC scores and lost arrows, over "cooking wine" and brewery-gone-bad.
I like sitting on the ground at a bardic circle, lifting my voice and taking people to a place and time they forgot was in them...
I like sitting at home, listening to TV, and making a gift for someone who doesn't see it coming.
I like big, burly men who strip out of their armor in a hurry so they can go caress and coo over a fine piece of needlework, or stare at a scroll and then look for the artist to ask if they used boar bristles or a different brush.
I guess I don't have a single answer to 'why', just a collection of vignettes.
I like the lift in a person's walk when their garb and the day combine to make them feel like they are someplace brighter, bigger, more true to spirit than their everyday life does. Knowing that particular memory will get them through a hard time later on. I like seeing my friends chuckle and tease each other over IKAC scores and lost arrows, over "cooking wine" and brewery-gone-bad.
I like sitting on the ground at a bardic circle, lifting my voice and taking people to a place and time they forgot was in them...
I like sitting at home, listening to TV, and making a gift for someone who doesn't see it coming.
I like big, burly men who strip out of their armor in a hurry so they can go caress and coo over a fine piece of needlework, or stare at a scroll and then look for the artist to ask if they used boar bristles or a different brush.
I guess I don't have a single answer to 'why', just a collection of vignettes.
