June 20th, was our fourteenth wedding anniversary, although Martin and I have been together for longer.
To celebrate, we sat out in our garden, until the sun dropped out of sight. Then we retired to our studio, with a couple of drinks and ~ ambient music in the background ~ reminisced about our special day.
I could write about traveling to the registry office, with my mother in a white Rolls Royce; having to ask the guests to lend us the cost of the ceremony, (having changed our money into Francs for our honeymoon in Brittany, convinced we’d already paid everything up front.) Of Martin punching the air as we were pronounced man and wife, then driving us, in our ribbon-bedecked vintage car, to a hole-in-the-wall where I queued ~ in my wedding dress ~ for cash to repay our debt.
It felt golden and magic and neither of us will ever forget it. But our memories are private and too numerous to recount.
And don’t ask me what’s the secret of a happy marriage ~ I’m just cruising along, one day at time. It works for me. 🙂
So, instead, I’ll post this ~ the ending of our favourite poem:
‘But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between
the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone
though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress
grow not in each other’s shadow.‘
The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran.