It didn't involve anyone famous.
You probably were unaware that it even took place.
But I need you to know that it gave me hope.
seemingly bent on its own destruction,
2 imperfect people thought it was the perfect time
to commit to a future together.
And those of us who love them rejoiced.
So many of my thoughts, observations and feelings
during the festivities
can be summed up in the poem below
by William Stafford.
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
People wonder about what you are
You have to explain about the thread.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
It's a wonderful reframing of the observation that
so many of us 'are hanging by a thread'.
May you all be so lucky.