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Wedding and Commitment Ceremonies
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. ~ Rumi
What is a wedding celebrant?
A wedding celebrant is someone who works with you to help plan the ceremony part of your wedding or commitment ceremony. They are legally authorized by a religious or other organization to perform the paperwork and ceremony according to the laws of the state.
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Do you want a ceremony that reflects your own spirituality (or lack of), but that will also reflect the traditions of your more religious friends or family?
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What words are important to your relationship? Maybe it is the friendship between Winnie the Pooh and Piglet, or the lines a favorite book, movie, or song?
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What speaks to your heart and always makes you think of your beloved?
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Do you want a ceremony that is as unique as it is beautiful?
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If you are
Interfaith
Nondenominational
Spiritual
Non-spiritual
Religious
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We can design a ceremony that fits your needs and hopes.
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Cost for a basic ceremony is $250 which includes 2-3 hours of time in preparation and 2-3 hours the day of the ceremony. More involved packages are available.
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“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.” Khalil Gibran - The Prophet
A Few Sample Readings
Take Me or Leave Me from Rent
Take me for what i am
Who i was meant to be
And if you give a damn
Take me baby
Or leave me
The Caterpillar and The Butterfly by Unkown
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared in the cocoon. Fascinated, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther.
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After waiting for some time, the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.
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But alas, it did not unfurl its wings and fly gracefully away. The butterfly had a swollen body and shrivelled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly hoping that the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.
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What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
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Marriage should be this, helping butterflies be ready for flight when they emerge from the cocoon, never hurrying, never rushing, in an effort to be supportive.
Coming Home by Mary Oliver
When we are driving in the dark,
on the long road to Provincetown,
when we are weary,
when the buildings and the scrub pines lose their familiar look,
I imagine us rising from the speeding car.
I imagine us seeing everything from another place—
the top of one of the pale dunes, or the deep and nameless
fields of the sea.
And what we see is a world that cannot cherish us,
but which we cherish.
And what we see is our life moving like that
along the dark edges of everything,
headlights sweeping the blackness,
believing in a thousand fragile and unprovable things.
Looking out for sorrow,
slowing down for happiness,
making all the right turns
right down to the thumping barriers to the sea,
the swirling waves,
the narrow streets, the houses,
the past, the future,
the doorway that belongs
to you and me.