had
flowers sent to our hotel room this morning to wish me a happy three
week anniversary. It's a beautiful day; he's off rehearsing for his new
role as a good-hearted cowboy, while I am here enjoying the roses,
still in pajamas, drinking coffee, thinking about medals and everything
else.
There
may be no way to truly express my feelings about all of what went on
during wedding time, but I have to try anyway. So many special people
went out of their way to show M.C. and me how much they love us.
Crawfish boils, music shows, places to stay, lunches and dinners from
Katie's to Barrataria... we were surrounded by fun and friendship and
our favorite people in the whole world. It was a powerful, positive
dynamic, a force so real it will be with all of us forever.
Of
course there were details to reckon with, in the midst of all the fun.
If you're a bride, whether you like it or not, you have to worry about
what to wear at your wedding. And if you're getting married outside,
rain or shine, under an oak tree on the Jazz Fest grounds, you have to
figure on being sweaty and rumpled at the very least. Which is why I
had to have THE BELT.
THE
BELT, which was really a SAINTS FOR SINNERS necklace that I wore low
around my waist, saved my dress, if not the whole day, and possibly an
infinite amount of time thereafter. The dress was basically a
cream-colored silk chiffon layered smock, over a skirt to the floor of
the same fabric. It needed something to anchor the top from blowing
around and it needed color. And I needed some of Rob's special energy,
even though he was present for much of the pre-wedding fun and of
course the wedding itself. Objects have energy, and Rob's medals are
the best examples of this fact that I know of.
I
showed Rob my dress and he knew just what to do. It was the day before
the wedding, but somehow I never worried about the dress situation. Rob
just took care of it. He knows what medals people need, and he chose
medals for my belt that would protect me in every situation I would
encounter, whether it had to do with safe travel or finding lost
things. The belt became a Saints for Sinners recipe, and the
combination he chose was nothing short of a miracle. After the wedding
was over, the belt became a necklace which I literally did not take off
for several days because I was convinced it was still part of the force.
Rob
said the medals were something old, something new, something BORROWED,
and something blue, and at first I didn't understand the BORROWED part.
I thought I could pay for them and didn't understand why he wouldn't
just sell them to me instead of having me give them back. But I was
missing the point. Every object, especially if it's an art object, is
borrowed. Ownership is always temporary, because owners are temporary.
The energy of the objects may last far longer then the people who
"owned" or "borrowed" them. So because of what the medals really are, I
HAVE TO GIVE THEM ALL AWAY.
So
my little handful of Saints-for-Sinners medals will soon be a memory,
too, along with everything else that was our wedding. I will be careful
with some of the medals, making sure very special friends and family
each have one. But with a few of the medals, my very special borrowed
medals, I will make sure I'm not too careful: I will always keep the
spirit and give a few medals from my magical wedding to some people I
don't even know yet, telling them when I do, that a Saints for Sinners
medal is to be cherished while you have it and then given away, with
love.
Wednesday,
almost a week later... Rob, Rob, Rob! I just read about a third of this
and I had to stop. M.C. told me I should add a bunch of really good
stuff about you, which is why I didn't mail it last week. I think if I
write a bunch of really good stuff about you it might go to your head.
Not really. I'm just too embarrassed already. Besides, you know how
much I love you, right? I do love you.
...
Kim
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