Snow is falling in fat flakes outside my window today, and all the couples that were married this summer are settling in to that period after the honeymoon. Living a life that isn’t so very different than it was last year. And yet.
I found this poem by Mary Oliver a few days ago, while I was settling in to that post-summer slumber. still remembering and re-living all the precious moments of the past year, and taking a peek at what 2016 promises. My book is filled already with new names, couples who will dive into their reflection process, and bring themselves heart and soul to their wedding preparation. May this dark time seed the dreams that will bloom with an understanding of what our loves are not.
What This is Not
This is not just surprise and pleasure.
This is not just beauty sometimes
too hot to touch.
This is not a blessing with a beginning
and an end.
This is not just a wild summer.
This is not conditional.