Five weeks ago, more or less, we moved our wedding plans forward five months to January. Now we are getting married in five days. Life in the interim has been a whirlwind in the truest sense of the word. Chaotic, tiring, very special, and quite full (of everything). In the scope of our own existence, it seems that we are living in extraordinary times. Preparing mentally, emotionally, and spiritually for marriage has added a bit of gravitas to the daily agenda.
Yet I have not felt a heaviness in this preparatory period. If anything, much peace has been found in the very ordinary routines & provisions of each day leading up to the big one. Indeed, both of us have taken up special preparations, for which we had not carved out time in the past. It would be silly to claim that we have not heightened our attention to body care routines, or that we have not expanded our efforts to transform my bachelor pad into a marital home. But I anticipate that most of those endeavors will return to the mean after our trip up the altar. More impactful, I think, has been the resurgence of a few habits of old.
I have started making music again. That is, actually recording the music that floats around in my head but tends to lose out to something else, usually apathy. For whatever reason, I tend to listen more closely to the chord structures & rhythms of the universe when there is a lot going on in my life. (P.S. If you'd like to hear those sounds as I hear them, feel free to have a listen here.)
The aroma and delightful crackle of fresh baked bread has returned to my kitchen, too. Perhaps the simple act of mixing flour, salt, water, and yeast in their proper proportions helps to maintain balance & order in my life. I do not know for sure, but it seems reasonable. What I do know is that the joy provided by a time-tested personal pursuit such as baking bread far exceeds any satisfaction I could obtain from limiting the amount of gluten or carbohydrates in my wedding diet. (Relevant notes: I am not on a wedding diet & the bread recipe is forthcoming.)
Beginning this weekend, so much is set to change in my life—like the ever-changing pattern of cracks & crevices along the surfaces of the breads I bake; like the ambient noise, made up of different daily traffic & weather patterns, heard faintly behind the vocals I record. And yet, so much is set to remain the same. Like the very importance of making music & baking bread. Like the love & commitment I have felt so deeply for the woman I am ready to call my wife.