My friends Tammi and Mike got married yesterday. I am terribly sad that I could not be there for the festivities. I am just now at the age where friends’ weddings seem to be a celebration. Previously, weddings have always seemed very ceremonious to me. But now, more often, it seems like a big gathering of people who want to be present at an occasion of joy marking the fact that two people have found each other, appreciate each other, and actually want to try to continue the give and take forever. Well, that, (and I must admit that now that I know more established folks with the money to throw a good reception) people don’t want to miss a great party. And I’m afraid that I have. The beauty of a sunset mountain wedding… AND a wagon wheel dance floor?? I shudder to think of my own loss here. I can’t wait to hear the stories and see the pictures.
My wish for the two of them is simple. Peace and Happiness. Sometimes there will only be pockets of these amidst times of madness, but may you always recognize them and enjoy each other in them. Perhaps it’s a bit trite, but I still want to post the Marriage chapter from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran.
On Marriage
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Tammi and Mike, may you always be pillars of the same temple.
About Me
- shannon wess
- This is shannon. Grew up in Arkansas. Ran away to California. Ran away again to Africa. This is her best attempt to communicate to friends and family what life's like here in Morocco. If you're not shannon's friend, or family... either you took the wrong turn at Albequerque, or you're that private dick with the dark shades that's been tailing her. In any case, enjoy. Disclaimer: Please do not judge shannon's intelligence by her typos and fondess for fragments. Do not taunt shannon. Do not store shannon in extreme temperatures. She is dangerous. She drives on parkways and parks on driveways. She speaks in third person. She lives on the edge and uses the metric system. She is terrible at hitting "reply" and staying in touch. Rumor has it that she does feel remorse that you have to come here to keep up with her.
5 comments:
wow. that was beautiful....
now moving on to the wedded bliss of Tammi and Mike--uh, is this tammi tammi? if so, tell her i said congratulations-- :)
YAY!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
JT
For those of you not convinced of my sisters new found feelings on marriage, see Tupacs "Id rather be yo nigga"
JT
no, jt... thanks to the republican agenda, there's nothing gay about marriage.
awwww, how SCHWEET! seriously, that was a very nice post. I found this out by showing darlene what a blog is and using your site as an example. thank you for the sweet sentiments and pretty, pretty words.
Also, Jina, thanks!
And JT, you know you wanted to be at that wedding. The only thing missing besides Shan's presence was you breakdancing, never spilling your beer in your left hand. You little shit. :P
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