At every wedding I attended, I never saw in the place of the bride, with a white dress snow, with porcelain skin, shiny crown, veil covering the face that would uncover the groom to give that kiss to seal the union. The ten-meter line going through this long journey on which she would preside over the court slowly beautiful children each carrying flowers and innocent smiles. This medieval tradition where the bride is a virgin princess inoncente and dressed in white, to be delivered to his wife, is still celebrated in all corners of the world. Some do it to please the family, others to meet the holy sacrament or ceremony to raise the maximum levels of solemnity, and shout to the world: this is serious!.
So when I arrived. One day my boyfriend and I realized that we were too comfortable with each other, although the hours and days pass, we did not have no awkward silence between us, that together, the imaginary circle that enclosed the two already felt like home, that place where no one is afraid to be yourself, where you can grow. So we decided to move to live together, we found an apartment we liked, we spoke and the details of each place, as would be living together, sharing household chores, in the end we were almost the other side ... when it came the inevitable question of marriage.
agreed that we do not represent a Catholic ceremony (religion which professes only to my family when married or baptize their children) or Evangelical (religion his mother and sisters with a endless profess faith), then we would in the civil registration period. Then our matriminio seemed a formality more of the many that we do every day, as if that act did not have much significance in our lives. No, do not want that either! I remembered that I recently sat in the dock to make a declaration, and to the typical questions "age? Status? Profession? Religion?", Was now for shouting "that question is unconstitutional", but I remembered was charged and could not afford them to think I was a devil, so I answered falsehood: Catholic.
Back then, ruled the ecclesiastical marriage, staring at the ceiling went back to the beginning of everything: We were almost a year ago, the two on the second floor of a small temple perched on a hill overlooking the sea at dawn. On the first floor was a meditation space with lots of pillows on the hardwood floor, and an altar with great pictures of spiritual leaders, of which only remember Paramahansa Yogananda, Gandhi, and Jesus. We knew little, but the day before he attended his first Temazcal, fire your first dance together endured relentless fire that burned until he lost consciousness. We know the patience, strength (sinchi!), perseverance, many things that are internalized in such rituals. Returning to the temple that morning, was not the first kiss but the first time we decided to stay together no matter what happens.
Back to home then, and not only the origin of our relationship, but our source which is this land they were born, with unknown ancestral customs. Ask this land, all our dead, the spirits of the mountains, to bless this union. Andean will be a marriage! A hó!
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So when I arrived. One day my boyfriend and I realized that we were too comfortable with each other, although the hours and days pass, we did not have no awkward silence between us, that together, the imaginary circle that enclosed the two already felt like home, that place where no one is afraid to be yourself, where you can grow. So we decided to move to live together, we found an apartment we liked, we spoke and the details of each place, as would be living together, sharing household chores, in the end we were almost the other side ... when it came the inevitable question of marriage.
agreed that we do not represent a Catholic ceremony (religion which professes only to my family when married or baptize their children) or Evangelical (religion his mother and sisters with a endless profess faith), then we would in the civil registration period. Then our matriminio seemed a formality more of the many that we do every day, as if that act did not have much significance in our lives. No, do not want that either! I remembered that I recently sat in the dock to make a declaration, and to the typical questions "age? Status? Profession? Religion?", Was now for shouting "that question is unconstitutional", but I remembered was charged and could not afford them to think I was a devil, so I answered falsehood: Catholic.
Back then, ruled the ecclesiastical marriage, staring at the ceiling went back to the beginning of everything: We were almost a year ago, the two on the second floor of a small temple perched on a hill overlooking the sea at dawn. On the first floor was a meditation space with lots of pillows on the hardwood floor, and an altar with great pictures of spiritual leaders, of which only remember Paramahansa Yogananda, Gandhi, and Jesus. We knew little, but the day before he attended his first Temazcal, fire your first dance together endured relentless fire that burned until he lost consciousness. We know the patience, strength (sinchi!), perseverance, many things that are internalized in such rituals. Returning to the temple that morning, was not the first kiss but the first time we decided to stay together no matter what happens.
Back to home then, and not only the origin of our relationship, but our source which is this land they were born, with unknown ancestral customs. Ask this land, all our dead, the spirits of the mountains, to bless this union. Andean will be a marriage! A hó!
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