The Beat Of My Heart
Oct. 21st, 2011 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Yet somehow the steady tending of its release-not stopping it and not drowning in it-this steady, tender humility of holding our lips open to the rush of inner light, letting the vibrancy of all feeling rush by our open mouths-this is the rhythm of grace; this is the source of all song.
Thinking of the our one year anniversary, the day when we went back to Biltmore, dressed in our wedding clothes and spent the morning wandering through the gardens and through memories, having the wonderful pictures taken. A year gone by, but as I said to Mir at the time, every day married to her is like my wedding day, because she is the joy in my heart. She makes me happy, and I couldn't love her more… because there is no more or less in love… only love.
There was something so special in having Mir fastening my dress… her fingers straightening bits of my hair… one of my favourite pictures seen here:
is just of her fingers in the top of my hair, fixing my veil… and something even more special with tying her tie for her. I don't know what there is about that, but, to me, it's an extremely intimate and loving act – simply tying your husband's tie. It set up the feeling for the whole of the day.
Walking around, arm in arm, hand in hand, with the beauty of Biltmore around me, and the beauty of our love inside of me, it is a warmth that I shall carry with me together, beside the warmth of the day of our wedding itself, the love in all the days before, and in all the days since.
I don't pretend that it is all sweetness and light, love isn't like that in anyone's reality, and like everyone else in the world, we have our moments, but it doesn't matter, what's important is the love that's there… but whether it’s a male thing or just an expression of discomfort in verbal expression of what we know to be true, an ignored 'I love you' is like a chill wind blowing through the door. If that's all I ever have to worry for, however, if that's all that's a cause for a faltering in this song, then I'm thankful.
I am blessed to have found such a steadfast, attentive and loving protector, a guy who provides for the warmth in my heart, who reminds me what it is to be whole, as well as fallible, someone who has a giving and gentle soul and reminds me how to let that part of me out as well. Someone to whom I can give my own love and devotion, whose heart I hold as precious in the warmth of the sun as well as in the thunder and rain, who I can cherish and nurture, a true Southern Gent to balance the English Rose that I can sometimes be… the beating of my heart with the rising of the sun, and the slow silver descent of the moon.
And please do check out the rest of the images, here, they are wonderful, it really was a beautiful day.
The soul hovers like a sun within:
burning its way out
without ever leaving center.
We call this-the burning out-passion.
Yet somehow the steady tending of its release-not stopping it and not drowning in it-this steady, tender humility of holding our lips open to the rush of inner light, letting the vibrancy of all feeling rush by our open mouths-this is the rhythm of grace; this is the source of all song.
Thinking of the our one year anniversary, the day when we went back to Biltmore, dressed in our wedding clothes and spent the morning wandering through the gardens and through memories, having the wonderful pictures taken. A year gone by, but as I said to Mir at the time, every day married to her is like my wedding day, because she is the joy in my heart. She makes me happy, and I couldn't love her more… because there is no more or less in love… only love.
There was something so special in having Mir fastening my dress… her fingers straightening bits of my hair… one of my favourite pictures seen here:
is just of her fingers in the top of my hair, fixing my veil… and something even more special with tying her tie for her. I don't know what there is about that, but, to me, it's an extremely intimate and loving act – simply tying your husband's tie. It set up the feeling for the whole of the day.
Walking around, arm in arm, hand in hand, with the beauty of Biltmore around me, and the beauty of our love inside of me, it is a warmth that I shall carry with me together, beside the warmth of the day of our wedding itself, the love in all the days before, and in all the days since.
I don't pretend that it is all sweetness and light, love isn't like that in anyone's reality, and like everyone else in the world, we have our moments, but it doesn't matter, what's important is the love that's there… but whether it’s a male thing or just an expression of discomfort in verbal expression of what we know to be true, an ignored 'I love you' is like a chill wind blowing through the door. If that's all I ever have to worry for, however, if that's all that's a cause for a faltering in this song, then I'm thankful.
I am blessed to have found such a steadfast, attentive and loving protector, a guy who provides for the warmth in my heart, who reminds me what it is to be whole, as well as fallible, someone who has a giving and gentle soul and reminds me how to let that part of me out as well. Someone to whom I can give my own love and devotion, whose heart I hold as precious in the warmth of the sun as well as in the thunder and rain, who I can cherish and nurture, a true Southern Gent to balance the English Rose that I can sometimes be… the beating of my heart with the rising of the sun, and the slow silver descent of the moon.
And please do check out the rest of the images, here, they are wonderful, it really was a beautiful day.
