DAY 222

I dreamt of a ceremony in the woods near the ocean. We gathered surrounded by our closest friends and family. There were no rows. There was no aisle. There was no stage. There was no sitting and there was no rising. Instead we walked together. Once we arrived in the grove of trees, we assembled on the concentric circular slatted platforms that our Fathers had built for the occasion. We all joined hands. You and I, our brothers and then our parents facing us. Surrounding us, our extended family and closest friends held hands forming a larger circle. It was the beginning of Indian Summer and the light swung high above dappling us with shadows. Our prayers were shared. Our Love expressed. The procession followed us to the water's edge where we released our hopes. After which we ate our dreams contained in the work of our Mother's hands. We sewed up our world so that no one else could penetrate it. The weight of it's importance was felt in those moments by all. I was calm and you were with me.