Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
This should be said without a word, the briefest touch, a smile instead as, in families and between friend and friend, the truly important things are said and heard, but we are at a witnessing, when truthsaying plays a part and we declare aloud whats said already in our hearts.
So, first, by being here, we say that we approve, proclaim ourselves complicit. We wish it, this good and proper naming of your love.
Then, we hail your partnerships unfurling sails with joy that sweet and salt-free word that sits so coyly with us ocean-going, no-emotion-showing Brits.
And then, we wish your voyage well. No wreck - no reef, no rocks to run aground on, no burning deck to stand on - but a rich cargo in the hold. Gold enough, and silks and all the finest, Calvin Kleinest stuff, and spice, of course, to set ablaze the dullest doldrum-days.
And then, we say remember us who wave you on your way. May you enjoy your wide blue wander, growing fonder with each mile and on every desert isle where buried pleasures lie find that spot marked X
(and forgoing easier rhymes and rhythms, try the more complex) and return with tales of balmier climes where springs of Bushmills flow and everyones a poet, but meanwhile, let us know your vessel didnt sink. Send us messages in bottles - just the one word, Drink.
Now to our last and lasting task - we will not fail to say, if asked: Yes, we were here. We witnessed this. The omens were auspicious and your new ship set sail on a flood tide of good wishes.
My lovely MIL has asked me to do a reading for her marriage ceremony. She is remarrying my FIL after having been divorced for about 10 years.
When they split up he left her suddenly and she was heartbroken at the time. I think he was having an affair, and he subsequently bought a house and lived with a lady for a few years before having an affair with my MIL!
They have been back together for about 4 years now, so this is obviously something they've taken time to think about, and it has taken me a while to accept FIL back into my world again, but we're there I think.
I'm struggling to find a reading though. The ceremony will be in a hotel, and it will be a civil service. I would like to try and find something that acknowledges the history, but perhaps talks about fresh starts.