The wedding
The wedding between Bill and Eliza took place this evening. The tension accumulated all this week as the big day grew closer. The bachelor party on the beach helped relieve some of the stress but it came back on Friday and more so on Saturday. Now that the ceremony and celebration are over - except for some die hard remnants of the party soaking in the hot tub - I feel relieved and super grateful. I am amazed at some of the insecure debris that were churned to the surface of my consciousness. The manner in which I expressed them will be looked at closely in the upcoming weeks. Devin gets my vote for MVP. He contributed in all kinds of ways and was tireless. His massive cleanup in the kitchen was unheralded.
The ritual truly began at around 5:30 PM. This is when Bill had asked 3 of us to meet with him in the yoga studio. Devin, Tony, Bill and I sat in front of the fireplace on cushions. Bill requested some didjeridoo. I complied, choosing an easy drone and simple chants in Sanskrit and Tibetan: (some of the names of God). The boys joined in softly, with OMs and singing. We cleared the space between us. We expressed our love and support for Bill. He served us grattitude and then went into production mode. "Didj, I want you and Tony to play together [Tony on guitar] right now as people begin to arrive. Then, after the ceremony, I want just Tony to play while you help move the chairs from the lawn to the tables."
We break the huddle and head up to the house. Soon, Tony and I are playing music together on the back porch. We start in the key of C. This allows me to utilize elephant didj. This yucca didj broadcasts a deep resonent natural sound that seems to produce automatic bliss. Our impromtu jam sounds nice. The last time we dueted was around 3 weeks ago. As we continue, it becomes easier to follow his rhythm and melody. Finally, we are tight. We are in a sonic spaceship driven by God. We stare out the windows made of rods and cones. We listen to the vacuum and fill it with star light, comets and nebulas. We skim along the edge of the horizon leaving peace in our wake. The singularity opens and our orbit disappears. The ceremony begins.
Donna sings a song of true love in a voice so sweet and pure that the sheen of tears can be seen in the eyes of Clarissa (Eliza's mom). Donna plays the harmonium and keeps time with her feet and hips, fully involved, fully committed. Tony backs up her melodies, softly echoing her like a million tears of joy falling like rain in heaven.
The time comes for Bill to say his vows. He is calm. direct. Certain. Tender. He speaks so that only Eliza can hear him. She listens intently, enraptured. Pulls out a long piece of paper and reads her vows to him so that only he can hear. This moment. So intimate. So poigniant. To watch the pure display of emotions on their faces, unmitigated by the words. Raw devotion.
"I now pronounce you-".
Will interupts the minister. "What about the ring?" He's been waiting up there from the beginning. Shifting his weight from foot to foot. Looking around. Face changing expressions like a TV screen channel surfing. Trying his best to be present (he is only 9). The minister laughs. Corrects herself. Eliza places the golden ring on Bill's ring finger.
"I now pronounce you man and wife."
The ritual truly began at around 5:30 PM. This is when Bill had asked 3 of us to meet with him in the yoga studio. Devin, Tony, Bill and I sat in front of the fireplace on cushions. Bill requested some didjeridoo. I complied, choosing an easy drone and simple chants in Sanskrit and Tibetan: (some of the names of God). The boys joined in softly, with OMs and singing. We cleared the space between us. We expressed our love and support for Bill. He served us grattitude and then went into production mode. "Didj, I want you and Tony to play together [Tony on guitar] right now as people begin to arrive. Then, after the ceremony, I want just Tony to play while you help move the chairs from the lawn to the tables."
We break the huddle and head up to the house. Soon, Tony and I are playing music together on the back porch. We start in the key of C. This allows me to utilize elephant didj. This yucca didj broadcasts a deep resonent natural sound that seems to produce automatic bliss. Our impromtu jam sounds nice. The last time we dueted was around 3 weeks ago. As we continue, it becomes easier to follow his rhythm and melody. Finally, we are tight. We are in a sonic spaceship driven by God. We stare out the windows made of rods and cones. We listen to the vacuum and fill it with star light, comets and nebulas. We skim along the edge of the horizon leaving peace in our wake. The singularity opens and our orbit disappears. The ceremony begins.
Donna sings a song of true love in a voice so sweet and pure that the sheen of tears can be seen in the eyes of Clarissa (Eliza's mom). Donna plays the harmonium and keeps time with her feet and hips, fully involved, fully committed. Tony backs up her melodies, softly echoing her like a million tears of joy falling like rain in heaven.
The time comes for Bill to say his vows. He is calm. direct. Certain. Tender. He speaks so that only Eliza can hear him. She listens intently, enraptured. Pulls out a long piece of paper and reads her vows to him so that only he can hear. This moment. So intimate. So poigniant. To watch the pure display of emotions on their faces, unmitigated by the words. Raw devotion.
"I now pronounce you-".
Will interupts the minister. "What about the ring?" He's been waiting up there from the beginning. Shifting his weight from foot to foot. Looking around. Face changing expressions like a TV screen channel surfing. Trying his best to be present (he is only 9). The minister laughs. Corrects herself. Eliza places the golden ring on Bill's ring finger.
"I now pronounce you man and wife."
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