Since I’ve been gone for nearly a month from the Archives, there is plenty I could write in this moment as catch-up.
But on this holiday morning I’ll let my nine-year old son be the scribe.
Wishing peace on earth and love to every one of us.
The options are endless.
How you want to make a bouquet. Get married. Live a life.
I had an abundance of flowers at my fingertips, all the colors and textures ready to be included in my Do It Yourself bridal bouquet. Each bloom and fragrance seemed like a beautiful idea.
But as the stems got added to my growing grip, everything just got too busy. Petals knocking and bumping, colors drowning out their neighbors.
Right, right. Keep it simple.
Three gorgeous orchids go back to the bucket.
Today I wed the Bohemian, my true love.
Certainly, there are countless ways to do this. Getting married, that is.
With a bevy of blooms in our reach, we’ve taken what feels true.
Today we get to live our little creation in a celebration of love and life.
Here I stand at the threshold of the unknown, open to the day unfurling as a flower.
The Bohemian and I, we’ve picked some choice stems, intending simple beauty.
On 11-29-2012, we inhale deeply. The fragrance of Love comes to fruition.
Possibilities, infinite.
In the tortoise shell-like dome, we lay low to the earth and sweat our prayers.
Steam rises from the rocks that hiss and sing. High pitched, sizzles respond to humble requests.
Outside this sweat lodge, trees eavesdrop in leaves that droop in dusty film.
Please may it rain.
May the earth be able to soak up the showers with full absorbency.
May the Bohemian’s parents have a smooth and easy passage in their journey from Czech to here.
Thank you.
Next day, Baggage Claim. The Bohemian stands with his mother and father, draping them in plumeria leis in the open-air terminal.
Clouds crack and a deluge fully falls.
Their eyes grow big, concerned.
The Bohemian assures them. “Don’t worry. It will do that for ten minutes and then just pass.”
Hawaiians say rains mean a blessing.
We are showered in answered prayers.
In the swirl of the pre-wedding current, I remind myself to soak it up.
Let each precious drop – these fleeting moments – permeate with full absorbency.
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