Honored

There are a few people in this world that I can sense when they are nearby or when they are in need. I asked a couple of them to be readers at our wedding. They said they'd be honored. Over the years my relationship with them could be described like that, honored. When I was in greatest need, they always seemed to know even when I wouldn't admit it to myself. Years later, I would often just be waiting for the bus and get this pulse, this desire to call them up, like really seek them out. And it would often turn out that something big was happening in their life. I don't know how I know, I just do.

Once, I was walking in Berkeley and something told me to turn here and when I looked, one of them was sitting on the step of this building smoking a cigarette as she often does. We did some catching up. It's always good to see her.

Going through the guest lists, seeing who will be there. This would be the word for them, honored. The soon-to-be-hubby and I agreed well before this began that it would be ok to have a large wedding, because the people we invite are people who have shaped and been a part of our lives in a significant way and it would be right to have them there when we make this significant change in our lives.

I've often noticed in my life that the people I needed to meet have always come into my life when I needed them. Because of this, I become aware of the people who move in and out of my life and when they do so. It's the nature of things, this parting and this joining and rejoining. But it's comforting to know that there are people in my life who are always with me whether I see them on a daily basis or not and even more so, that when I see them, I truly feel that they really "see" me for who I am, no matter how much has changed.

7 days to go...