Angela & John got married on a glorius summer day on a hillside. Thomas Fogarty is just stunning! It was a beautiful wedding with one of my favorite readings I’ve ever heard at a wedding in seven years of shooting. Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the wedding planning and process, this event was definately about a marriage. I’ve added it below the photos from part I. Congratulations you two, I am so happy for the future you have together. Come back tomorrow for part II – the couple, all the pretty things and of course the party!
The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting
your hearts longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk
looking a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are square in your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and
closed down from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without
moving, to hide it, fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can
dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every
day, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout
to the silver of the moon in God’s presence.
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the
It doesn’t interest me who you know, or how you came here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and
not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like
the company you keep in empty moments.