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Love’s Magic

By Deeba Van Overberghe

Is the grass greener? Oh, I don't know. I hear marriage Driving back from this experience, I was impressed with the
requires a lot of work. But, on this side of the fence - the tradition in their wedding, and the strong threads of love from
single side of living - it's kind of boring. I understand the which the bride and groom were composed. It was beautiful to
Tzimtzum factor of union and know that I haven’t been ready witness their families celebrating them with wishes of great
to make room for anyone else. A true believer in love and abundance in all its forms.
marriage, I’ve just been timid, having turned down three Charm was in the air as the sun was beginning to set.
The reception for
the next wed-
ding was being
held garden-side
at an estate in
Rancho Santa
Fe. I was greet-
ed by a group
of young, white
gloved, tuxedoed
valets, eager to
park my car. A
beautiful young
girl handed
me a glass of
champagne and
invited me to
walk down the
cobblestone
14 path covered by
tall trees
harboring
twinkling lights.
Glass jars
with candles
inside were
hanging from
satin ribbons
off trellises and
tree branches,
twinkling soft
proposals, I’m still looking. Waiting, Thinking and Believing. light across the path leading to the reception.
Trusting, or not.
Music was carried along the breeze as people were dancing
Recently, I had two weddings to attend on the same day. The across a raised floor. Floating candles sparkled in the pool,
first was being held in San Juan Capistrano at a beautiful white, brown and green flowers and plants spilled in abundance
gothic church. Celtic songs floated from the strings of a harp, across tables, footpaths and patios. Everyone looked so beauti-
beautiful words were sung in this language I didn’t speak and ful. The bride was in a dress that tumbled to her feet, spilling
yet in my heart I understood. Families, love, joy, whispers and down toward the floor. The groom's charm, more than the tux
grace were everywhere. he wore, was warm and inviting. Happiness was everywhere
sprinkled with the lilt of laughter. A fun crowd, we danced
Bowing of heads and hearts: The raising of eyes and exultant long into the night. Toast after toast, dinner and more
sighs, as father and bride walked down the aisle. The bride dancing. The parents were proudly telling funny stories about
was a petite and beautiful soul, in a stunning dress. Beads sewn the bride and groom when they were young. And so laughter
onto the dress as if a belt hung low on her size two hips; rang long into the night.
perfection in action. And her groom was tall and handsome,
distinguished with happiness around the edges. His attire Exhausted, I made my exit on tired feet, heels in my hand; I
showing off the big shoulders that will carry dreams hopes and felt the magic of love in the air. I thought of how these two
desires to fruition for his new family. They were so beautiful, weddings symbolized the longing for people to join together, to
these two who are now one. Love and light resonated through- prosper with a partner and to share that love with the world.
out the candle lit sanctuary. I wondered that night, if I had been selfish with my life, living
alone, and for a brief moment, thought, Hmmm, perhaps it is
time to hop the fence to the other side and “give it a go.”