The Renn Fest is one of my most favorite things about the latter portion of the year. Costumes! Magic! Dragons! Knights! That tilting board game! Why would anybody want to miss it?
True confessions time. (Sorry about the link. I couldn't resist.) I grew up reading sword-and-sorcery fiction. I never grew beyond the urge to look for something mystical behind every blade of grass.
And why should I? Even after taking anatomy and physiology--and going on to teach it at a trade school--I am more convinced than ever that there is something beyond the physical structure of flesh that keeps the human body in working order. (Look at it this way: who among us has never heard the doctor say, "I don't know what went wrong"; "Everything looks fine"; or the perennial favorite, "I don't see a problem here"? ) We are clearly made of equal parts of mass and mystery.
I think the best part of Renn Fest is that it reminds me of the things that are important. A big part of my job--and yours--as human beings is to look for the magic; look for the miracle; look for surprises and delight. These things are inextricably woven into the fabric of our lives.
It may be easier to look for the magic when we have costumes that remind us it is everywhere...but we can set some daily reminders for ourselves. (Examples: Start the day with an intention. Count the number of times we see the color yellow. Look for tennis shoes that remind you of the ones you wore when you were seven.) Magic doesn't have to play dress-up to be authentic. It's everywhere, no matter what we do.
Of course, that will never make the Rennaissance Festival less enticing. Play and fantasy are sacred. They fulfill the part of us that needs to create, and to express the products of our minds.
Besides...I am relatively certain that our forebears ate plenty of cheesecake-on-a-stick before they donned armor and went out to find the unicorns.