We finish the main tasks of readying for the wedding celebration. Last minute changes, a group arrive in time later for an array of pizzas, one nephew celebrates a bit early and passes out in bed early in the evening and a infant is bathed in the carrier in the sink and holds tightly and sucks on Jim’s finger and he lifts and explores his foot up to his face and smiles and oozes with pleasure when the warm water in poured on his body.
Jim’s daughter who is our chef and prime organizers par excellent, and son-in-law care for so many things as the house is cleaned and our host and hostess friends at their house hang lights, bring chairs and tables picked up and assembled, I go and find more flowers and bits of things we need, and come back and plant more marigolds in the garden and cosmos. Jim’s son-in-law gathered all the leaves out front and made a path for us to walk down , and the hostess for my shower, and dear pal bought large and small pumpkins to intermingle with the flowers. Three of three of us carved some smaller ones to put flowers in as vases, and Jim’s sister brings tablecloths, runners to add to the ones we have that are perfect for the tables, My friend will sing, the man next store promises not to play rock and roll during the ceremony and I have asked again the chickens if they could be quiet but I hope we see the hawks over us in their circles.
In the evening Jim’s son and partner arrive from Ecuador via New Mexico conference they are attending and his granddaughter with them as part of the tribe, another friend from Ecuador and his family visit for a bit as he leaves for birthday in the morning and wonderful to have their warm and lovely energy.
The evening in completed with a trip to the pub with the fellas and one grand niece proud to be one of the fellas for a drink, and fun with Jim and his brother who has worked so hard for this event are all together and merry in their bachelor’s night out. The blessing is with beer and good laughs. Some will wake up with hangovers and others just groggy but importantly they shared those moments with a favorite uncle, brother, friend, relative.
As I look out the window I see quail and I think of my friend Alie who died several years ago and this pin I gave her of a quail feather. Alie wore hats and the bird reminded me of her and this morning out of the whole group one sits and nestles on the fence and calmly looks at me for a long while and I feel it as an Alie visit with that dark and bright face staring back at me. Alie is many birds of a feather and always part of this community in our words and in the things we find she has given us over the years. But she enjoys best the celebration and colors and ritual of preparation. We are all gathered.