Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect… E.M. Forester. Howard’s End
I’m never sure what will happen when the two beloveds come together in front of family and friends. Will they laugh or cry? Smile knowing smiles or avert the gaze of one another? When they see each other for the first time, or in a new and sparkly light will they acknowledge the wonder and mystery of the moment or is this a performance with uncomfortable glances and forced words? Mostly it is fun to officiate at weddings. The couple is tender and excited. There is hope in the sacred space.
But sometimes, something seems off. I have no way of knowing what cultural norms or arguments the night before inform the moment. So we celebrate and seek connection to the larger purpose of the time. Bringing together two human beings intent on entering into marriage which is so much more than the wedding.
As a blogger starting out, I’d love to connect in the comments with those of you reading my ramblings ! What happy and holy or strange and slippery memories do you have of weddings gone by? When have your choked up or rolled your eyes? What would you strive to create in a celebration of connection today?
Writing Prompt: Sparks flew and then…