May 18, 2014

Something about a most important little family jaunt - Our Wedding Day!

This blog is about the 1st of May and some of it's tenticles.
The first bit, I wrote exactly 2 weeks ago,  on the 4th of May, on on an envelope and now I'm transporting and converting it into slightly more legible, and visible writing. As usual this is to help to ground and save my feelings into the earth a  bit, and to add to our saved circles of family memories and jaunts

Today is Sunday the 4th of May, I've been married for 3 days, about, since the 1st of May! We're staying in a little family run guesthouse, (taking up nearly all the rooms, our little family of 7 including one baby!) It's on Hawkshead Hill near Ambleside in the Lake District, and just down the road from the majestic beautiful Tarn Hows I am drinking the mountains and the trees and the hand made stone walls and the lakes and the light and colour and sounds and SPACE into my bones and my very being and wrapping it around our little family like woven silk.

I collected some fallen wool from the sheep today, at  Castlerigg Stone CircleThe stones are in a big field surrounded by other farms and fields and it seems, the sheep are free to roam around the stones. You can just walk through a little gate up to the stones when ever you like, and park right outside on the verge just next to the icecream van. Immediately going through the gate, we ran up to the stones, even Tata's wheel chair I think must have done a little leep of joy for the freedom and magic of it. Then we played games and did little plays around the stones, and chased the sheep and imagined how the first stones arrived and it wasn't at all like Stone Henge, and it felt, for that time as if there was a connection between us and all the other people who chose to be there on that day. Another time, I'll make something with the wool I found

I can't believe I'm married, I can't believe how much I love my little family, Mauri and Babacino. I want to be be with them all the time and look after them and play and explore and lie on a bed in the afternoon reading, imagining and listening to music.

It is strange that something I never felt that I particularly missed and certainly never really strove for in my life, is now something I cherish more than anything, and I feel as if I'm experiencing a growing love, more than I ever thought possible. I used to think that love was an instant thing that is or isn't.  Maybe it is sometimes like that. Perhaps, for some people, or with books or places. Looking at my life, the most valuable and solid and grounded things and feelings or ways of being - authentic ways of being -  the ones that feel right, seem to be gradual and build slowly. I think those are the types that I can keep up with and properly absorb and breath in to my being and my soul. They are stronger, and last. I think its like when you run a race that is very long and you know that you'll be running, not so fast, through the day and the night and even the next day. It is a far more complex and intense type of run and the memory as it etches into your soul ripples for a long time afterwards. I dont think it matters if you come first or last in the race, it matters that you ran and experienced.

I am trying not to do that familiar thing where if something is so beautiful and connected and even safe, that I fear it will break or disapear. this time I am holding on and believing and protecting with all my mite. I want to keep on learning and discovering the hearts of my husband and our little boy and I want us to grow and love each other more every day.

In the Lake District, you could look at the same view every day and it would be entirely different and utterly beautiful, no matter the weather.
Imagine if we could look at the people we love, at their unique being, like that,  in awe and wonder and curiosity and gratitude. If we could at least try to do that for a little while each morning, surely that will be a wonderful way to see us through all the seasons of our life.

There is lots more to say about our jaunt to the Lakes, and Mauri has already explained a lot in his blog, and he has more to do! for example this little story about our visit to  The Pencil Museum where we all drew postcards with fresh pencils in the coffee shop! I will try to write more another time.

Here are some pictures of our wedding. Unfortunately we were a bit disorganised and we never got any nice ones of Babacino with us on our wedding day, and some others, but, these are still nice!
We have lots of time in our life for more pictures and every day is as special and unique and memorable as you make it!

Our family outside the guesthouse before we left for our wedding -
My mom, Franci and Babacino, me, Mari then Tata, Raul and Signora Maria!

Me and Mauri before we got married!

getting married

just married!

ofificially just married!


Our family once we were married!