Friday, November 9, 2007

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Countdown

Today is the last Thursday before we get married. On Tuesday we had the last dinner together before the big day. I'm not nervous. This is the most right-thing-to-do I feel I've ever been part of. I'm not nervous is not totally correct. Of course I'm nervous, but of little things; do I have to make a speech? Should I prepare? We are not having a conventional celebration. I suppose there's no harm in preparing. I'll keep a poem or some inspirational words in my pocket.

When Brenda and I went to see Patrick Boucher he read a poem by By Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I love the words: "I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks..." They hold the "idea" of what our marriage is--The creation and the closing of a new circle around our two separate family and friendship circles, enclosing within it the potential, the hidden flowers of closeness and belonging.