Today is my 33rd wedding anniversary. I'm still in love with the man I married. That will never change. For, as the flames of love ignite, so burn bright. For eternity. Embers smolder in my heart. They can't be doused even though fate led us apart. By magic we met. And much of the wonder, enchantment and joy still linger.
Today I'm thinking about how we might have celebrated. Perhaps a trip to Grand Cayman where we'd lie on the beach and rub suntan lotion on each other's backs. Then wind down with a nap and candlelight dinner served, slowly, on a lanai overlooking the lapping waves and rushing waters of the azure blue ocean. Watching the sun set, holding hands. . .
For those lucky enough to make it to their 33rd wedding anniversary, together, count your blessings! For "to have and to hold" is one of the most sacred verses. It keeps you happy. Healthy. Sane.
Today, on my 33rd anniversary, I dedicate the following verse, by Rumi, a poet, philosopher and lover of all time, to those in love, and to the flame in my heart and the memories that serve as comforters of the soul:
A Window
There is a window between heart and heart:
They are never separate like two bodies.
Two lamps may not be united in their form –
But their light merges into each other.
No lover ever searched for Union
If his beloved is not also seeking him.
The love of lovers makes them think;
The Beloved's love makes them full and shining.
- Jalal-ud-Din Rumi
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