Twenty days till I get married. I never really thought this day would come. For most of my life I did not think I could or would get married. I never would be good enough. What a terrible story to tell. But tell it I did and believe it I did, and overcame it with the help of a few friends (and $13.75 in library fines). What a beautiful, complicated, and joyous journey life is. Marriage is not for the faint of heart. At age 36, I go in with no blinders. Marriage is work. My ego has been screaming for weeks as it knows its death is imminent as a merge lives with my beloved and make a vow to do what is best for her not for myself. What better spiritual journey could one ask for?
As special thanks to those who have helped me along the way: To my teachers David and Marcia, who are marrying us. To Char and Stu and the rest of my spiritual family. To the women in my life who embody the divine feminine; Cosetta, Georgia, Auna, Kat, and Mo. Our countless conversations have helped shape me into the man I am today. To my boys Aaron, Drew, Darth, and Mikael. You guys have been there through thick and thin. To all the women who have walked in my life as a lover, I apologize for any confusion, hard feelings, and general idiocy on my part. Thank you for playing a role in my healing journey. To Dave, Becky, Rachel, and Laura, I could not ask for a better family to join. And last but not least to my sisters Sarah and Michelle who have been there through it all and have made it their life long job to make sure I don't turn into an egotistical asshole.