Because of these two, I experienced rest for the first time in a year. They brought me to their home, shared
their lives and allowed me and my new husband to create new memories. I'm a woman of few words... I know
that by the time I share this full adventure I may have beautifully constructed sentences that provide enough
of a visual to help you feel full and nourished. For now, I share one at a time. It helps me to take in each sliver
of a second that I got to spend with these two and what their sweet gestures and giving hospitality allowed for
Michael and I to understand that rest is to set time apart and to know that what surrounds you, exists.
With the rush of wedding season and the mix of individuals becoming powerful units, it can be hard to sit and
take in each moment. You must be on guard at all times, prepared mathematically and compositionally for each
transfer of emotion and event. After their wedding feast, we walked down a driveway behind the venue, paralleled
by sulphuric steam being released from the dirt and through a cemetery of tombs, only to be led to a patch of
rock with the last remnants of a sunset and a curious goose. And in the 4 minutes we spent here while their
party continued up the hill, their hands locked in reposed safety of their new marriage and our minds calmed and
we were shown rest.
Rotorua, New Zealand