It was an unusually warm afternoon for September 14th. Puffy clouds rolled along covering and uncovering the sun. Will I write in my journal? Will I meditate? Will I simply gaze out onto the horizon and daydream? While drifting among the reeds and lily pods, I was able to write pages of thoughts in my journal. The canoe gently rocked me while I wrote. At some point, I realized that I needed to return to the dock as the rocking and relaxation was causing me to become sleepy. Yet alone, I married my loves.
Marry Your Loves
