This weekend, I went to a colleague’s wedding. It was a simple, beautiful, creative wedding. Set against the stunning backdrop of the Long Island Sound, this was a wedding that sought to ensure the attendees were lured into a festive, joyous celebration with wiffle ball a jenga game, and a prop filled photo booth, alongside other more traditional type wedding accoutrements.
And while some might have raised an eyebrow or two at substituting a unity candle with a unity burrito, upon reflection it was the perfect symbol of the promise they made to each other that day: to live and work together, to share in the fruits of their labor, and, Thoreau like, to live deep and suck the marrow out of life they would build together.
In short, this wedding caused me to pause and reflect on my long-held cynicism of the institution of marriage; it caused me to reflect more deeply on what it means to love.
I’m not often schooled, but this weekend, I was. And I am grateful for it.
“Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone — we find it with another.” — Thomas Merton