So many of us say that one reason we play in the SCA is for those magic moments, the ones when you’re transported to another time, another place.  Whether you call this “The Dream” or something else, it’s a wonderful reminder of why we do what we do.  I remember my first “magic moment”; it was at my very first camping event, Schützenfest.  It was May of 1999 (I know because Matatias and I had gotten engaged just a couple of weeks before).  Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I had to get up to go to the loo.  There were still some folks up singing and drumming, and I had to walk across a field shrouded in fog to get to the privy.

I had another magic moment this afternoon, sitting in a nylon camp chair on my back porch.  Nope, I don’t even have to be at an event to be transported.  I was whiling away Shoshanna’s rest time working on my mauve gown in the warm out of doors and I held the sleeve i was working on in my hand, studying some stitches I had just put in, and for a split second it was like I was sitting there holding an historical artifact in my hand.  I can’t say that I’ve ever seen a medieval garment that looked just like what I’ve done, but there was a quality about it that said “I am Not Modern” that was just wonderful.