the air was balmy this morning when i walked the puppies, the wind roaring in the trees all bluster, no sting. this afternoon promises to be mild and sunny.
four years ago this morning, Beloved and i went down to the beach, and at a spot where a fresh water river spills into the ocean, promised to love, honor and cherish each other (foresaking all others)until death we do part. no one knew what we had planned... our hawaiian vacation was just a vacation, as far as anyone at home knew.
and yet, as reverend koko, the hawaiian kahuna who married us, declared, when you do it the way we did, you do it in front of Everyone.
no one, least of all me, expected the experience to be as transcendent as it was.
the sun's shining now, soft and gold as in hawaii, and the wind is balmy as the trades that blow ceaselessly across the islands. the trees are dancing. it's like a kiss from mama pele.
and furthermore, the war WILL end. (i wish someone would put a copy of the Art of War in the presidential potty. mister obama could use some impartial advice.) blessed, blessed be.