 | THE ART OF MANIFESTING - Part Two When David and I practice the art of manifesting, we hold fast to what we want. We disregard predictions and indications to the contrary. “Fair skies for our wedding day” is our abiding wish, while the weather’s been wet and stormy. Our wedding morning arrives. Skies are gray and raining steadily. We don’t waiver in our wishes. |
By mid-afternoon we’re all dressed up for getting married. Granddaughter Sophie says I’m “Fancy”. My groom, her new grandpère, she declares as “Handsome”. Her self she calls “Pretty” in her lacey ivory frock.
The rains cease, the skies are lightening. Our new, big old house is sparkling—bursting with love and art. Looking wedding-day-splendid, our guests arrive early enough to take the “grand home tour” before we’re off. Caravanning, David and I lead the way north to Avilla and the oldest registered farm in Jasper County.
Simon, Liko, Wayne and Susan have gone before us to place broad boards over the mud and puddles and around the paddies leading through iron cattle shoots and gates to Jan Stukey’s huge white barn.
David stands high up in the open loft door draped with Buddhist prayer flags dancing in the breeze. He raises his alabaster conch shell. Into the blue sky, above farmyard, treetops and fields, he blows his strong and steady call to our loved ones. Over planks and through gates they wind to climb a ladder one by one and sit on benches, hay bales and rockers.
The space is cavernous, dark and sacred. Rafter-high ancient hay creates the backdrop, illuminated by twinkling lights on graceful strands and tiny trees. Wayne plays his indigenous flute. Ed and David add their guitars as flower girl, Sophie, threads the serpentine path to the fence rail altar. She scatters her pink rose pedals in two massive handfuls, shakes her basket upside down then bends to rearrange and insure her scattering is just right.
Tapping the rim of our Tibetan prayer bowl, David sings me to him: “Oh my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch a long, lonely time…I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.”
Together we ring our prayer bowl lifting our joined hearts to the heavens. We speak our vows as our lifelong intentions to love, cherish and honor each other forever. Onto my heart’s finger David slips the family stone-studded band of our design exquisitely crafted by Garrett Baugher. On David’s finger I place the vintage gold ring worn by his grandmother for over fifty years of married bliss.
Our wishes do come true! The art of manifesting brings miracles. At 4:44 brilliant sunlight pours through the loft door catching the crystal heart left to David by his mother. Rainbow prisms spill over us all as Reverend Jan declares, “By the authority vested in me by the state of Missouri, I pronounce you husband and wife.”
With chicken scratch flying around us, old boots and tin cans bang beneath “Just Married” as, Jan, driving and honking her grandparents’ 1951 Chevy and sporty in her French gendarme chapeau, takes us for a spin around the section.
You’re invited to catch up and celebrate with us this coming Friday, June 2, 6:00 to 8:00 p.m., at artCentral’s Annual Membership Exhibition and picnic, underwritten by McCune-Brooks Healthcare Foundation.
The rains cease, the skies are lightening. Our new, big old house is sparkling—bursting with love and art. Looking wedding-day-splendid, our guests arrive early enough to take the “grand home tour” before we’re off. Caravanning, David and I lead the way north to Avilla and the oldest registered farm in Jasper County.
Simon, Liko, Wayne and Susan have gone before us to place broad boards over the mud and puddles and around the paddies leading through iron cattle shoots and gates to Jan Stukey’s huge white barn.
David stands high up in the open loft door draped with Buddhist prayer flags dancing in the breeze. He raises his alabaster conch shell. Into the blue sky, above farmyard, treetops and fields, he blows his strong and steady call to our loved ones. Over planks and through gates they wind to climb a ladder one by one and sit on benches, hay bales and rockers.
The space is cavernous, dark and sacred. Rafter-high ancient hay creates the backdrop, illuminated by twinkling lights on graceful strands and tiny trees. Wayne plays his indigenous flute. Ed and David add their guitars as flower girl, Sophie, threads the serpentine path to the fence rail altar. She scatters her pink rose pedals in two massive handfuls, shakes her basket upside down then bends to rearrange and insure her scattering is just right.
Tapping the rim of our Tibetan prayer bowl, David sings me to him: “Oh my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch a long, lonely time…I need your love, I need your love, God speed your love to me.”
Together we ring our prayer bowl lifting our joined hearts to the heavens. We speak our vows as our lifelong intentions to love, cherish and honor each other forever. Onto my heart’s finger David slips the family stone-studded band of our design exquisitely crafted by Garrett Baugher. On David’s finger I place the vintage gold ring worn by his grandmother for over fifty years of married bliss.
Our wishes do come true! The art of manifesting brings miracles. At 4:44 brilliant sunlight pours through the loft door catching the crystal heart left to David by his mother. Rainbow prisms spill over us all as Reverend Jan declares, “By the authority vested in me by the state of Missouri, I pronounce you husband and wife.”
With chicken scratch flying around us, old boots and tin cans bang beneath “Just Married” as, Jan, driving and honking her grandparents’ 1951 Chevy and sporty in her French gendarme chapeau, takes us for a spin around the section.
You’re invited to catch up and celebrate with us this coming Friday, June 2, 6:00 to 8:00 p.m., at artCentral’s Annual Membership Exhibition and picnic, underwritten by McCune-Brooks Healthcare Foundation.
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