It’s easy to wax poetically about a cliff side wedding in Big Sur, California. For Megan and Nate the location was everything. The remoteness of this spot forced the simplicity and intimacy they craved. Megan a student of sculpture and Nate a film entrepreneur were looking for the perfect setting for the occasion, one that was as epic as the moment, a union of wanderers.
Together, Nathanael and I had just crested ten years of marriage and the view was even sweeter in the setting. When two travelers unite it’s a collision of loneliness and independence wrapped in sonnets and dream. The adventurer hungers for the safety of kindred spirits, embraces life quickly, laughs and toasts the sojourner easily. The wanderer has always found hope in a distant destination, held loosely to the present and said many goodbyes.
As my husband ushered these two into marriage it was comfortable to fall into step with my traveling partner. Traveling with an old love is a testimony of grace; letting it wash over you it becomes a new form of pleasure. Ten years of marriage and you can’t hide your disappointment, frustration or exhaustion from one another. You also can’t run from yourself, you are fully known in both the old and the new. At the same time, he understands the sparkle in your eye as you slip into a glass of rum, the pleasure of a sidewalk café, or the heat of the sun. Knowing his moods, his soul, what he carries with him, give me patience to linger in places I used to rush past.
In an undiscovered corner of the world, I delight in uncasing a new box of dreams with my beloved, the ones that have been waiting for the right mood, the right moment. The conversation is spiced with the foreign, old problems left in our suitcases, a new adventure brings renewal and together we go further into the unexpected.
