baronessekat: (pollyanna)
Day 179:

* Friday!
* Ice Cream at work to celebrate mine and a co-worker's birthdays
* My basement and stuff are dry despite flooding in the streets just a couple miles down the road

Day 180:

* Memorial tattoo for Boss done. The artist used "dragon green" as one of the colors and on his shelf was a Master Mason's Bible. It was right and proper. I almost ended up getting it in another location (it's the middle of my back). The artist kept wanting to place it where my Cadet's scarf goes and where Boss' badge would hang. Had he tried a 3rd time when he was sizing it I would have given in and put it there. But instead it's where I had originally wanted it to go.

* Dinner with J & P. Had been postponed from the night before due to the flooding.

Dear Sir,

Sep. 26th, 2010 04:52 pm
baronessekat: (fencing)
I made you a promise many years ago. And it hurt that I just kept putting it off. I found excuse after excuse to not get around to it.

You never said, but I know there was a disappointment that I didn't do it.

But I want you to know, Boss, that two years and two days after you officially left us, I fulfilled my promise.

baronessekat: (quiet)
But I have been thinking of you a lot lately.

baronessekat: (quiet)
I thought I had been doing pretty good about not letting today effect me.

Obviously not when my supervisor pulled me aside and asked if everything was OK.
baronessekat: (rose)
Song I wrote )
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Please Cross-post or share this information as seems good to you, especially those of you in Ansteorra, East, Ealdormere, Mid, West, etc.

With the kind permission of Their Sylvan Majesties Maynard and Liadain, a Fete in Honor of the Life of Morguhn Sheridan, Dragon of AEthelmearc, will be held at this coming Pennsic War, in AEthelmearc Royal Encampment, on Sunday, August 2, starting at dark and going until we stagger home.

The talents of anyone who wishes to assist in this undertaking as bard, cook, or brewer/vintner should contact Meirwen uerch Owein, Duchess and Viscountess by the hand of Morguhn Sheridan, at

It will be a night of laughter and tears, song and silliness as we celebrate a man whose life was filled with all four--often with a sword in hand.
baronessekat: (dragonwarning)
The day started with a gloomy overcast that seemed rather appropriate - it was the type of weather he loved to fight in.

The funeral home was lovely and the displays, flowers, pictures were all beautiful. I had been warned that his brother looked and sounded just like him. Rather for me I saw a family resemblence that was just close enough to be comforting without being a trigger.

but they came. They came from far and near. Old and young. New aquaintences and life long mates. They all came

Family came together to support those that needed the support, laugh with those that needed to laugh and bond and be as he would have wanted.

His spirt was throughout the room and he made his presence known to those who would listen.

Songs were sung, tales were told. Vivat was called and tears were shed.

We said farewell to a legend today, but we will never say goodbye because as long as we live he will be with us.


Sep. 24th, 2008 09:00 pm
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here's the link to the place I'm storing all the pictures I've been sent of Boss
baronessekat: (Default)
Morguhn @ Ice Dragon 2008

I'm working on scanning more pictures
baronessekat: (dragon)

Once they all believed in dragons
When the world was fresh and young,
We were woven into legends,
Tales were told and songs were sung,
We were treated with obeisance,
We were honored, we were feared,
Then one day they stopped believing--
On that day we disappeared.

Now they say our time is over,
Now they say we lived our last,
Now we're treated with derision
Where we once ruled unsurpassed.
We must make them all remember,
In some way we must reveal
That our spirit lives forever--
We are dragons! We are REAL!


Tonight is the night all the dragons
Awake in their lairs underground,
To sing in cacophonous chorus
And fill the whole world with their sound.
The sing of the days of their glory,
they sing of their exploits of old,
Of maidens and knights, and of fiery fights,
And guarding vast caches of gold.

Some of their voices are treble,
And some of their voices are deep,
But all of their voices are thunderous,
And no one can get any sleep.
I lie in my bed and I listen,
Enchanted and filled with delight,
To songs I can hear only one night a year-
The dragons are singing tonight.

My prayer

Sep. 22nd, 2008 09:26 am
baronessekat: (Shaman)
Oh Mighty Wakan Tanka,

Throughout the ages you have held many names, worn many faces, looked over many people. I come to you as Medicine Woman, Shaman, humble supplicant to ask that you look over one who has served you well and long.

A great warrior, faithful follower, devoted husband, loving family member, cherished friend is in need of your aid and comfort this day.

I humbly beg you to look down upon him with your favor and ease pain and grant comfort in the best way that you see for him. Guide the doctors in their workings. Provide solace to friends and family as we need.

I have no right to ask for the miracle that we need, but I ask anyway. There is much that he has yet to give to those here. We have much to learn yet from him.

But should you decide that the best way for him is to join the Great Hunt, I ask that you please grant him the dignity due his station, and help those of us who must go on through the trying times to come.

~The Grass Child.


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