On Thu, 9 Sep 2004 09:33:34 -0400, "Lisa" wrote:


"lm" wrote in message
Hmmm, that reminds me, I think there's a wedding about to happen down
Ottawa way.... best wishes to Lisa!

lm

How spooky is that? I was just thinking about you!!

8 more getups, cause the 18th doesn't count!! I was thinking about you
because I'm feeling pretty much like a loon right now, and was wondering how
you coped. LOL,,,,stupid fake nails sure make typing tuff

Actually, we're pretty much in order, by the end of the weekend all chores
and running around should be done.....

We already had one glitch...Classy fricking formal men's wear went bankrupt
so we had to redo the fittings and selections for the tuxes. Other than
that, so far so good.

Spinning away,,,
Lisa

He had a new shirt and I had my favorite dress, we made reservations
for dinner and for an overnighter at an inn, then we headed to our
favorite hiking spot and did the deed. If I'd have had fake nails he
probably wouldn't recognize me!

We used the poem below for our ceremony -- it was perfect considering
the long-distance nature of our beginning:

"The Country of Marriage" by Wendell Berry

1.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.

2.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
that bound me to you, some mere promise
or, worse, the fear of loneliness and death?
A man lost in the woods in the dark, I stood
still and said nothing. And then there rose in me,
like the earth's empowering brew rising
in root and branch, the words of a dream of you
I did not know I had dreamed. I was a wanderer
who feels the solace of his native land
under his feet again and moving in his blood.
I went on, blind and faithful. Where I stepped
my track was there to steady me. It was no abyss
that lay before me, but only the level ground.

3.
Sometimes our life reminds me
of a forest in which there is a graceful clearing
and in that opening a house,
an orchard and garden,
comfortable shades, and flowers
red and yellow in the sun, a pattern
made in the light for the light to return to.
The forest is mostly dark, its ways
to be made anew day after day, the dark
richer than the light and more blessed,
provided we stay brave
enough to keep on going in.

4.
How many times have I come to you out of my head
with joy, if ever a man was,
for to approach you I have given up the light
and all directions. I come to you
lost, wholly trusting as a man who goes
into the forest unarmed. It is as though I descend
slowly earthward out of the air. I rest in peace
in you, when I arrive at last.


______________

It's so nice to see so many beginnings on this forum :-)

lm