THE ROYAL WEDDING
I was a wedding photographer for twenty years (now retired), and as my wife assisted each wedding was a symbolic renewal of our vows. We would always fed each other a piece of the wedding cake to renew our vows.
We were married twice, you know. The first one was a Baptist wedding in Blackstone where my wife grew up. Half baked, I was only half there, so in 15 years, I failed at marriage and we got divorced so I could continue baking. Who was I? I didn’t know because marriage had been a refuge for me so I could avoid that question. One becomes the identity you bake in during a marriage. But who was I as a individual cookie? I didn’t know.
Divorced I got involved in Siddha Yoga, and in that marriage I found a new identity. So I was able to remarry my bride, now that I knew who I was. But that cookie didn’t last, as the cook, Swami Muktananda died. And no one really wanted to accept my new cookie. So there I was with the same question: Who am I?
How can I be a. unique cookie, yet at the same time be in a marriage with a cook and a cookie cutter. So in this rambling piece I ask, is there such a thing as a Royal Wedding?
This is what I’ve cooked up. A marriage is like a Relationship Cookie that transcends the two separate cookies that bake into it. But most often it becomes a battle of two separate cookies to shape the other cookie into its idea of the Royal Cookie. Each cookie resists the cookie cutter of the other.
The Royal Wedding then is a marriage in which the dough never gets baked, where you don’t become rigid in cookies shapes, either cut by you or the other. In this way the Royal Wedding allows you to grow and discover your own shape as the yeast of life rises. A Royal Marriage has no cookie cutters in its drawer. And so today I renew my vows as I watched this Royal Wedding on my screen. Marriage is always an ongoing vow to never finish baking.