06/20/2016 by syrbal-labrys
June is the month of weddings, no? There is a saying I vaguely recall that for luck, the weddings should be before the Summer Solstice. So, as the Minotaur and I decided after five years of PTSD travail and six months of marital counseling, we were ready to mark our progress with a re-commitment!
So, yesterday, we roasted a chicken, set a fancy small wedding cake out, and each of us planned our vows. We did not have rings, we exchanged a pair of matching heavy silver bracelets that we had tentatively worn for the last year. We gussied up; after almost 40 years with this man, I wasn’t going for white and fly-a-way veils.
To me, the color of concentration and commitment is black. Like my coffee. Like my soul! Like my black heart of innocence! So I dressed and we did the deed. Not to rip off Madonna, but it did feel all “shiny and new”!