Weddings, our wedding and weddings in general, are very much on my mind these past few weeks. It’s the time of year that Steve and I were at our busiest, getting all of the final details in order for our wedding last May. We chose to get married in late May, when the world is coming to life.
We haven’t yet reached the fullness of summer, but all around us the trees and hedgerows are bursting into full glorious leafiness. Energy is on the increase and we are in the season of Beltane, a fire festival that celebrates of the coming of summer and the fertility of the coming year. We chose to have our wedding at this fecund time of the year and really feel that our first year of marriage has been imbued with positive, blossoming energy. In fact, we haven’t been writing much on this blog because we’ve been pretty busy with some wonderful shifts and openings with my artwork and with some opportunities for Steve to hone his craft of writing.
On Friday, Great Britain had a Royal Wedding. Steve and I got dressed up in our civil ceremony wedding clothes and went down to the White Horse Inn (where we had our Soul Wedding last year) to watch it on telly. I’ve heard that William and Catherine would have preferred to have a small, intimate wedding with close family and friends. But, I suppose that they had to perform on such a massive worldwide stage, since it is a Royal Wedding, after all.
I found myself wondering who was with Kate Middleton when she got dressed on the morning of her wedding (besides Sarah Burton!) I truly hope that there were no photographs taken to be released for publication. Quite a few brides do invite their photographer to take photos while she is dressing and the photos are really lovely. I chose not to because for me this was a private time, a sacred time as I paused on the threshold of being a single woman, about to join my journey with Steve’s.
My beloved cousin Susan and my dear friend Jayne were my attendants. We had coffee and pastries with Steve, and after he went off to get dressed, the three of us got ready, put on our makeup together, talked about other weddings. It was lovely to be with two women whom I feel so close to. They have each known me from the very beginning of my relationship with Steve and watched us blossom.
I nipped out to pin Steve’s boutonnière onto his lapel, before putting my dress on. Even though we live together, Steve hadn’t seen my Soul Wedding dress and we both wanted him to wait until I arrived at the venue in full regalia.
Jayne brought me some wonderful gifts – something old (beads from her Gran’s necklace), something new, something borrowed, something blue . . . . . . and a sixpence for my shoe. Traditionally a sixpence was given to the Bride on her wedding day by her father to give her luck and happiness. (Jayne is a bit naughty, so I won’t tell what the other gifts were!) I was also given some marital advice including a philosophical view on marriage as ‘a work of art in progress’ and a reminder to shag a lot.
When we walked out into the public eye and down the street to the inn, Susan and Jayne were right with me.