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hizgeorgiapeach -> RE: I lost a dear friend today (7/29/2009 4:03:09 AM)
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Right now, I think I'm just.... stunned. To stunned for it to have completely set in. Artie and I knew each other for 25 years. He was one of the first people to become my friend when I joined the local SCA barony so many years ago. One of the hottest swords this barony (strictly local group), or kingdom (oklahoma/texas larger group), knew - one of the quickest on the field, and absolutely stunning to watch when he was working Florentine (dual swords - one in each hand - rather than sword and shield.) The only reason he never held the Crown, nor entered the Chivalric Circle (became a Knight by earned rank within the group), was because he was to busy having fun to bother with the Politics of it all. He was also one of the hottest bods in the barony lol. My gods that man was HOT - and while he knew it (how could he Not know it, considering the sheer volumn of females who panted and lusted after him!) - he wasn't at all arrogant about it or stuck up. On any given night, at any event, he had easily a dozen to choose from all throwing themselves in his direction. Fortunately, that gave him plenty of practice - so he was also .. ehem... quite talented. (Or well trained, depending on how ya wanna look at it LMAO.) Kinky without being overt, extremely sensual, and omg wonderful scenery to brighten a place up. He was a drummer for our belly dance circles, and one of the people who got me involved in belly dance. His was one of the 3 voices that convinced me that I Could do it - I could get out there and dance in front of others, unselfconsciously, with simply a joy of living, regardless of what sort of body image issues or weight issues I might have. He encouraged me when I would have walked away from belly dance. And he's the one who gave me the best piece of advice I ever got About belly dance that I recieved in the 22 years since I started dancing. That I don't dance for "him" (whoever "he" happens to be at that point in time).... I don't dance for the drummers, or the casual onlookers who form an audience.... but for Myself, to express the Joy of Living, and because when the drums start, there's no way NOT to dance, because my feet have a mind of their own and carry the rest of my body with it, reveling in the sheer exhultation of freedom of movement... of that next breath... of living life, rather than simply existing through it. He was a drinking buddy. One of my favorite drummers for Haflas. One of the few that I enjoyed Loosing to on the fighting field, or Watching on the fighting field when he fought. I absolutely don't like to lose at Anything - but losing on the field to him was something he could actually make Enjoyable - and that's saying something. He was funny, he was kind to everyone unless they proved they didn't deserve it - and even then to a large extent. In a very big way, he embodied the spirit of Nobility and Chivalry, Honor and Graciousness, that I was taught to expect and to try and emulate. Both inside and out, he was a truely beautiful person, whether he was at an SCA event, or simply going about his mundane life.
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