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    Sunday
    Feb202011

    The Wedding Arch-The Sacred Threshold- Begin the Beguine

        Many of you have asked about the wedding arch featured on my website. This arch, also a chuppah for this fusion wedding, was constructed over the course of the summer by the bride's brother. He collected driftwood from Eastham beaches near First Encounter Beach, where in September his sister's wedding would take place.  Before the ceremony, as the sky turned a steely grey and the pools formed by the retreating surf reflected the evening sky, the wedding planner, decorated the arch in preparation of the bride and groom's arrival. As the the family and friends gathered, one of the honored guests gave into the pull of the tides, and ran out on to the sand flats and began to sway and swirl.  I never got a chance to ask if his hilarious, yet haunting dance was some ancient Marin County fertility rite or inspired by the Sufis.

       The entrance of the bridal party, the processional, was down a long steep set of wooden steps, starting on a high bluff and ending at the beach. The attendants were goddesses, the mother of the bride, an Italian beauty,garnered a few whistles, one no doubt from the dancing man. The bride appeared at the top of the stairs on her father's arm. This is always the moment where I look at the groom. The expression on his face, as he gazed up at his bride, told me everything about the nature of their love. Ben was nearly having an out of body experience. It was as if his mere physical form, could not contain his supreme happiness at the sight of his Kathleen. 

     

     

     

    Saturday
    Feb192011

    Two Hearts

    I'm not sure this image came up before. On Valentine's Day when I was furiously working on my weddings and being all officious I remembered that it was Valentine's Day. My husband had brought me three gorgeous bunches of tulips, white, pink and red. He always refers to Valentine's Day as a Hallmark Holiday but he still does something romantic just for me. So I sent him this image of Two Hearts by Mark Chester with a poem.(The print of the photograh is available at the Addison Gallery in Orleans.) Love starts at home. Every time a couple shares their vows it is a chance to renew our own ...it sounds a bit Hallmarky but rather that than snarky...Here's the image but not the poem. That was just for the two of us.  

    Friday
    Feb182011

    ......Love is an art

    Mae West said it best. "Love is not an emotion or an instinct it is an art." I've been thinking about the creative process and the seasons of love. Winter the necessary fallow time the expectant repose ready to sprout into verdant dizzying spring and then sundrenched days of summer and the glorious colors and shades of autumn. The ebb and flow of life and love reminds me of the reading by Ann Morrow Lindberg in her book of reflections Gift from the Sea.  

    Gift from the Sea Ann Morrow Lindberg

    "When you love someone you do not love them all the time in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration , on continuity when the only continuity possible in life as in love is in growth, in fluidity in freedom in the sense that the dancers are free , barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern."

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