What a long, strange trip it’s been
There are 2 pages of reportation about this wedding weekend open in another window as I type this, and they seems wholly inadequate, so I’m going to chuck them. It’s been an emotional weekend, lots of good, plenty of difficult, but I’m glad we went. The Universe is speaking to me, from many directions, and while I can hear it, I find it difficult to organize and verbalize, so I shan’t try. Suffice it to say that I laughed and I wept, and thought and breathed, and knew without understanding, and understood without words, and loved and mourned. I dreamed of life while awake and of death while I slept. I found hope in the middle of despair, and despair in the middle of hysterical laughter. I felt love and forgiveness, both largely unspoken but unquestionable. I saw the future and sat with ghosts, and presented myself to more than one vast thing I cannot see the other side of, one familiar and the one I’m going through now entirely unfamiliar, and yet I know that there is another shore I could arrive at, in time, for both. I’m still all over the map, but given enough time and keeping a weather eye out, I just may remember how to navigate by the stars. So we’ll leave it at that for the time being.