An early workout, early watering and just a bit of early weeding -- I am finished moving now, on this day which promises the high 90's Fahrenheit. It will be a perfect day for writing and, perhaps, a nap. We are both still tired from Anna's wedding.
The bride and groom are probably on a beach in Anguilla right about now. I do not expect to hear from them until they return, and there is time to marvel together at how lovely the wedding was, how beautiful they both looked, how good we all looked, every single bridesmaid and every last guest, how good the homily was, and the music, and the flowers, and how good the food was, how good it was to catch up with people we have not seen in too long. Deacon J's lovely description of the liturgy appears today in More or Less Church on the Farm. The HodgePodge will have pictures galore, as soon as Debbie gets them sorted through.
Weddings and funerals: family members separated by geography joke about only seeing each other at such turning points. Their liturgies must sum up people's lives, a heavy burden to place on any church service, and must also capture and communicate the manner in which the love of God walks with us through all our changes and has come to rest for a moment right here, right now, with a gentle flutter of wings, just as one walk of life gives way to another.
A gentle flutter of wings -- there were birds on the wedding invitations and silhouettes of birds in flight on the wall at the party afterward. There were birds standing guard over the place cards, and some real bird nests. An animal so tiny and yet so strong. An animal able to withstand gale force winds and come away singing. An animal that changes its feathers, even its color, to accommodate the seasons. A bird looks for goodness and strength in another bird at the mating season, goodness and strength to match its own, and sings out loud for joy when it has found a match.
A nice image for a wedding.
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