Today, the Feast of Stephen, is also our wedding anniversary. Old friends of Carolyn happened to be my flight students at Montair Flight Service in Vermont, and they told her that she just HAD to meet their flight instructor. “Right,” she said, “I remember the other guys you set me up with.” We had both been alone for many years, and had pretty much given up on relationships. We had built happy, busy and satisfying lives for ourselves–she in Boston, me in Vermont–as single people. But that day in January of 1987 when she accompanied her friends to Burlington for a flight lesson, we both felt something akin to an electric shock when we saw each other. That incredible moment gave the truth to this marvelous poem of Rumi:
“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.”
And that moment has not only lasted, but expanded into undreamed of dimensions. Each morning my mind fills with wonder and my heart with joy as my eyes rest on the wondrous being with whom I share my life.
twenty seven years
blessings beyond imagining
each day a new joy