Dear Brynne and Jesse,

G and I wish for you what we have:

Someone who sees us as we wish to be seen  and not necessarily who we are…yet.

Someone who sees our best self, the self we are cultivating, the self we are striving to be.

Someone who forgives our shortcomings knowing that we all mess up, fail, and are stupid. But even when we fall short of our own, and the world’s expectations of us, they still love us.

This evening I watched my beautiful friend Brynne marry her soulmate. I wept as she walked down the aisle in her backyard, on the arm of her father, in a dress her mother stitched with love.

I remembered her as a little 7th grader in my English class that I wished I could spirit out of there and say, “Look. This is a complete mess and you don’t belong here. I wish there was some way we could just get out of here, go somewhere and talk about books. I could teach you a lot if I didn’t have to put up with this ridiculous school.”

I remembered her coming to my early morning yoga classes before the school day. Her father dropping her off.

I remember her teaching the most amazing yoga class in my studio. Brilliant,  inspired yoga.

And now, she is partnered. And I love her partner. He is worthy of her, and she of him. Today they vowed to live respectful of each other’s differences and to live a life of excitement and adventure.

I danced to “Uptown Funk” with her and her friends. I hugged her mother.

I feel so good tonight. This is a happy day. I can’t wait to see what this partnership grows into.

Namaste, darling Brynne.  I love you. I respect you. I honor your path.


In Loving Silence

Today we (G and I) attended a brunch to celebrate the new marriage and the the 30 year anniversary of two of our best friends, Zee and Marty. The food was delicious, the company was sparkling, but what touched me the most about the whole day (and so many things touched me) was when Zee asked us all (about 16 guests) to join hands and share a moment of silence with them.

When Zee and Marty got married at the courthouse in Ithaca after New York sanctioned gay marriage, they took their vows in silence.  And then again today, after expressing her love for all of us in attendance, she asked us all to stand in silence together.

In that silence, happy tears fell from many eyes.  It was a moment of holiness, and deep intimacy.  (Zee starts all of her writing circles at Emma’s with a minute or two of silence, too, so it felt like being home.)

At most weddings, I feel snarky.  I think: “What are the odds that this will last?”  A wedding is just the beginning.  Everything is easy in the beginning.  It’s a whole different situation to stand in silence with two people who have weathered the storms of thirty years and still look at each other with love and perfect devotion.

Today I felt honored to stand in such loving silence.