March is one of my favorite months of the year. It is the month my husband and I were married, it is the month when our youngest niece, my brother’s child, was born (she turns one on Wednesday!) and it is, now the month when my little sister was handfasted to the man that she plans on spending the rest of her life with. On Saturday – yes, Pi Day, because she’s awesomely geek – she and her fiance were handfasted at Paul B Johnson State Park in Hattiesburg, MS.
It was a beautiful day for it and with my Daniel as their priest – he also performed mine and Sir Joshimus’ handfasting eight years ago this June – it couldn’t have been better. I felt off before the ceremony. Maybe it was the mad-dash drive from Monty Town, maybe it was the fact that my new brother-in-law’s friends were obviously dismissive of the ceremony in general, or maybe it was because this was the first ritual that I’ve been part of in years that had a decidedly Wiccan/Neo-Pagan bent to it. Either way, I was worried about the part I would play in the ceremony because it mattered to me greatly that everything be as perfect as possible for my little sister.
I should have known better. As I swept the path for the party and the bride and groom to enter the sacred space, I felt my spirit lift and it was only my precarious perch atop slim heels that kept me from letting go completely. The ceremony was beautiful. I forgot about the presence of those who didn’t come with a whole heart. I forgot about the drive down – and the return journey we’d have to make again that evening. I forgot everything but watching my little sister make her vow to the man she loved. Afterward, we went back to their home and feasted and spent time together. That my soul needed deeply. I wish my Wesley had been able to come, but she had to work. That would have been the only thing that could have made the day better. Speaking with my Daniel, though there were so many other things I would have loved to talk to him about, helped me a great deal.
There is so much else I could speak of, but I’ll save that for another day. Because this is about celebration. About how spring time will always be about beginnings, about newness, and about making anew. To new promises and the renewal of old promises. Be welcomed, Spring.