Archive | September, 2005

Love Sonnet

27 Sep

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

– Pablo Neruda

12 Sep

Craig and I have our first meeting with (hopefully) our Celebrant on Thursday.
Is it strange that I’m nervous?
I don’t think so.

It took most of a day for me to actually call her. First I said I would call at 9, then 9 became 11, 11 became 1, 1 became 3, and finally just after 3:30 I actually called.
She was very nice of course, laughed when I said “so uh, how do we do this? I’ve never done it before” which is a joke she’s probably heard a million times.

I don’t know if we have to bring anything to the meeting – does she expect us to know what we want said? Should we have vows written or something?
Would she want to know about wedding themes and things?
Is she going to laugh at us?

so, basically? I’m overthinking it.

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