Married on a Monday?!
That’s right - a Monday wedding! The name "Monday" comes from the Old English word "Mōnandæg," which literally translates to "Moon's day”. The moon regulates the tides, helps animals navigate, and contributes to stabilizing the Earth’s climate, in addition to being that magical, mysterious ever-present light in the darkness. We got engaged on our seventh anniversary, we are seven years and seven days apart in age, and sevens just generally seem to circle around and into our relationship in various ways, so when we considered holding our wedding on 7/7/25 (2+5=7!), and then realized it was on a Monday, the fates had clearly spoken: sevens and moons, how auspicious!
We are delighted to be gathering our beloveds here in northern New Mexico, the landscape that holds our hearts and rouses our spirits with its wild high desert beauty, complex cultural history, and always delectable local fare (aka CHILE!). We hope you’ll take some time on either side of the wedding to explore the magic of the Southwest!
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
by E. E. Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
And the rest is…the ever-present, always unfolding now!
The bell and the blackbird
by David Whyte
The sound of a bell
Still reverberating,
or a blackbird calling
from a corner of the field,
asking you to wake
into this life,
or inviting you deeper
into the one that waits.
Either way
takes courage,
either way wants you
to be nothing
but that self that
is no self at all,
wants you to walk
to the place
where you find
you already know
how to give
every last thing
away.
The approach
that is also
the meeting
itself,
without any
meeting
at all.
That radiance
you have always
carried with you
as you walk
both alone
and completely
accompanied
in friendship
by every corner
of the world
crying
Allelujah.
