So, I got married to the lovely and talented Deb two days ago. We have retreated into a remote location in the mountains of New England to see spooky New England things (Ghost Tours! History! Old Cemeteries! A Museum of Dolls with Human Hair!) , read some books, and do other traditional honeymoon activities. (Like consummating our union outside under a lovely crescent moon, after doing shots with a woman named Diana. )
Should be back to blogging in a few weeks. Maybe sooner as I will have an unaccustomed amount of down time and one can only make love so many times before you start to lose some skin and dehydrate yourself.
The wedding was amazing, and full of synchronicity. Relevant events followed relevant event, and despite a few hiccups, all was well. One grand revelation, a simple one, one much overlooked, is that we often time act with intent. That is difficult. Heroic even. However the next rung up on that chain is living with intent. Living with purpose.
As I took my vows, I realized that I now lived with a purpose grander than I had before. It wasn't just that I was on edge because marriage is a B.F.D. It wasn't just the uniting of two families. It was something larger than that.
It's not just weddings that do this kind of thing, but any major life transition. It changes the context of things. It offers a chance for a superhero movie style reboot. And for those things... they are what you make them. A break in the old context is a break in stagnation. It is a chance to become reborn.
Take advantage of this beautiful, terrifying, truly awesome shifts in life. Rise to the occasion. Live with purpose and carve an epic.