August 12th, 2007


Cathering & Kira's wedding

So, things I liked about the wedding, now that I've gotten a night's sleep and am more articulate:

It was set at a lovely summer cabin in the woods near a small river. The brides' parents made their entrances from the sides, and then the brides were escorted by their brothers (or, in Kira's case, her brother and her best friend from childhood). Each family member carried a flower, and as part of the ceremony, they announced what each one represented and put them together in a bouquet of blessings for the couple. Each set of parents shared a reading, one biblical and the other poetic ("I love you not for who you are but for who I am when I'm with you..."). Later, the brothers gave heartfelt and touching toasts.

The vows were simple and reasonably traditional, but the brides delivered the homily (Kira joked that how could they not, both being professors as they are, take the opportunity to pontificate to the one gathering of the most important people in their lives.) Catherine described the gathering as the meeting of the congregation of kindness, and the themes that both of them talked about were those of kindness, altruism, love and devotion. They talked about the blessings, support and gifts they've received from their family and friends. Every place they've lived was represented by those in attendance. Kira talked about a river of altruism, from which we all dip without expectation of return, and with the understanding that as long as people put into the river, there will be water when it comes time that we need to dip and drink.

Even the religious pieces, which you all won't be surprised to know I often take umbrage at, were respectful and inclusive and allowed me to fully participate with my warm wishes without feeling like I was signing onto something that made me uncomfortable or unhappy.

At the end of the ceremony, each guest was invited to take a stalk of lavender and toss it into the river, representing (the internet tells me) joy, devotion, love, loyalty, and/or peace (the internet is sometimes undecided.)

It was a truly beautiful and moving ceremony, and I'm delighted for the happy couple, and to have been here to help them celebrate their commitment.

Now, off to the post-wedding brunch!

Imagino por María Dubón

Imagino por María Dubón

El incesante murmullo del mar
me arranca del inquieto sueño.
Alargo mis brazos a tu almohada,
pero sólo estrecho el vacío de tu ausencia.
Te has ido. Ya no estás, amor.
Yo en mi lecho solitario y tú en el tuyo.
Tu cuerpo convertido por siempre en aire sólo.
Imagino tu pecho cálido,
el brillo luminoso de tus ojos,
tus manos obedientes a cuanto el placer les pide.
Imagino que nunca he estado en otro sitio,
que nací, viví y moriré en tu cama.
Imagino que nunca he hecho otra cosa,
que únicamente sirvo para amarte.
El susurro del mar me lo repite
y las nubes que me miran al pasar:
"él se ha ido y nunca volverá".
Pero yo no les creo, no quiero creerles.
Imagino que todavía me amas
y vivo engañada esta realidad inventada.
flop or swoon

dude. *flop*

My day in review:

Started in a crappy hotel room, but soon left to enjoy post-wedding brunch and do last catching up with friends. This was great. The drive back to Boston was 45 minutes shorter than the drive down, thanks to a lack of traffic, hooray!

At home, I had two full hours during which I was able to water the herbs I got at the wedding. (The centerpieces were potted herbs, and those of us who weren't flying home were exhorted to take as many as the MOB could convince us to take. I now have one rosemary, one thyme and two lavender plants!)

T to the airport took longer than it should have, resulting in raised blood pressure when the security line turned out to be an hour long. After waiting half and hour (so, 15 minutes before my flight), I asked if I could get moved to the front of the line. I was, and then was pulled out of line because I'd forgotten to empty my SIGG bottle. In other airports, when this has happened (yes, I forget that a lot), they've dumped the water into a bucket they keep behind the screening table. Of course, in Boston, they don't do that, so I was told I'd have to go back through. Which is just what they needed, since they were being so efficient with the line and all. I begged my way to the front of the line a second time and got through minutes before my flight was to depart...

Only to discover that my flight was delayed. Sorry, nice lady who let me jump the queue!

Many delays later, we land in DC, where something I've never seen before, and, frankly, will be surprised if I ever see again happened: The entire plane of people terminating in DC waited for people making tight connections to deplane before general deplaning. I've heard flight attendants request this on other flights, but I've never seen it work. It was a thing of communal friendliness and beauty that replenished my hope in the goodness of people.

Finally, I made it to my new hotel, which is fucking awesome. My room is enormous, and it's on the top floor, and all the furniture is comfy, and they left me M&Ms in a cute tray, and a little note welcoming me. I *heart* Kimpton hotels.

Then they brought me tasty food, and my boss just called to say, "Why would you go to the conference for the opening remarks at 8? Why don't we plan to meet during the break at 10, instead?"

So, all in all, I'd say today's a winner, even if there's no hope for TSA.