But I go on. My wedding is upon me and I am fully in the season of it, enveloped and pulled by the weight of what it all means and what I want it to be. The edges, of course, are rough and curious like my heart, because I’m not sure what I’m diving into and why, except convention and a human ritual of the heart. And, so poised, I get ready for the commute to a place I’ve feared and disregarded as silly, only to find I now will enter it willingly, and even with the trepidation that comes only with true joy.
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Caitlin Shetterly: bramhallsquare@yahoo.com.
