This interfaith wedding was of two people who came from very different backgrounds — Roman Catholic groom and Native American bride. So I created a ceremony that honored both of them.
That day, I packed the car very carefully. The basket and abalone shell were there, the sage I found in Ojai many years ago, my dark pink embroidered East Indian cloth and for some reason, two thick washcloths, dark green and dark blue. These leapt into my hand when I reached into the linen closet this morning,
Upon arriving at the location, I went to the outdoor site and lit the sage. It flamed up immediately, then settled into voluminous smoke, very little flame.
I walked up and down the aisle — and ended at the front table, wondering then how to quiet the smoke in order to take it back to the lodge and smudge the bridal party.
It was now clear why the thick cloths had invited themselves. The blue one stayed beneath the abalone shell, protecting the pink cloth and basket from the heat of the flames. And the dark green one covered the mouth of the shell, stilling the smoke until we got back to the Lodge. It was ready to go without even needing to be relit. Marvelous.
We called in the directions, and blessed this couple. The ceremony was rich with traditions and feelings, an eclectic group of guests who brought their own powerful energies to witness this union.
As the couple said their vows, geese flew overhead, adding their honked blessings. I referred to this gently, saying: “What a blessing from these geese, who mate for life.”
It was a magical time — the rain only started to fall after we had made our way back to the reception place.
Congratulations and blessings!