More Musing....October 5

More Musing....October 5, 1999

It was another beautiful autumn day today. There was a cool breeze gentle enough to allow even the least stubborn painted foliage to remain on display. The combination of sunlight and dark low-hanging clouds lent that particularly fall ominousness to my surroundings. How breathtaking it is when individual rays of sunlight poke through gaps in the clouds, streak down to Earth, and seem to be Mother's spotlight to something sacred.

Allow me to reminisce a bit more about the wedding...

When last I wrote, I ended with The Goddess and I being on our way to the rehersal. Upon entering the hotel, she grasped my hand, radiating a nervousness I seldom feel from her strong spirit. The source of said anxiety was having to see her father, and my meeting him for the first time.

For a great many reasons which I feel it is not my place to get into here, The Goddess and her father are rather estranged. Up to last year, they went for almost a decade not speaking a word t each other. Over the last few months, both have been making tentative measures at reconciliation. The road is still very rocky. Indeed, it is still washed out in some places.

Nevertheless, there was such a swarm of people, of which her father was merely one, that awaited us at the hotel. It made things a great deal easier that The Goddess had many to distract her.

Her father seemed pleased that I was not the typical partner of his daughter's, save the earrings. He said nothing about those, which for him is a good thing.

I was really pleased to see Kaylah and meet her daughter, Ashley for the first time. I love Kaylah dearly, and was so touched and honoured that she came to sing at the wedding. Ashley is tremendously endearing, but had come down ill before departing from New England. The ten hour drive made things worse. Kaylah gave me a great big hug, said how great (and thin) she thought I looked, and that my "Freak" style really worked for me. I agree with her on the latter at least.

The rehersal went without a hitch for the most part. The Goddess got a head start on crying while we were practising the ceremony. I was still recovering from the night before, and so I was thankful to have Lowlandz standing beside me lest I waver.

The rehersal party was hosted by my mother and Quincy. There was quite a spread, I dare say. With vegetarian chili, lentil stew, cheese and meat trays, fruit trays, dessert trays, I was stuffed. We were entertained by the fathers on guitar and clarinet, and it was indeed a treat.

After people started drifting off, The Goddess and I departed for the airport to see if Dray was able to make his flight. He was, and I was blessed to see yet another family member, given how endeared he is to me. Coming in on another flight were close friends of The GOddess', so we had yet another little party at the airport.

The hardest part of the day was dropping The Goddess off at her mother's, knowing that I did not want her to have to stay anywhere but with me, and that the next time I saw her, she would be walking down the aisle.

....Blessed Be...