Room 101

Saturday was a fantastic day. Perfect in every way. Laura and I are now husband and wife. Laura’s sister sang At Last and sang it beautifully. My sister read Rilke and the words came alive. Our friends and relatives were there, many having travelled thousands of miles to be with us. We drove a Pontiac Grand Prix for the weekend and we stayed in Room 101 at the Bell Tower Hotel. What can I say? I am very very happy.

Here’s the Rilke reading:

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of their solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.

An artistic interpretation

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  1. A very special wedding day and we feel privileged to have been there with you both. So wonderful to see two people so happy together at last. The reading, perhaps inspired by Kahlil Gibran is so appropriate. We would like to share his words with you and to wish you great happiness in your life together.

    Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?
    And he answered saying:
    You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.
    You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
    Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
    But let there be spaces in your togetherness.
    And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

    Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
    Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
    Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
    Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
    Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
    Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

    Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
    For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
    And stand together yet not too near together:
    For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
    And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


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