Once I went to a wedding on Oahu.
Once I stood in line for a rental car next to a bride flying in for her wedding on Oahu. She was carrying a garment bag with her gown, standing mundanely in line, with something so precious slung over her shoulder. Hers was not this wedding.
This wedding was grown on Oʻahu.
For this wedding, time got so slow so it could savor every meal.
Time got slow so it could smoke meat and put ginger flowers in silver vases.
Time got slow so it could hold the moon over the night divers.
Time got slow so it could take air in through its leaves and through its roots, water.
Time got slow so the party could linger on,
Somehow I was able to waft in while no one was noticing and fill a paper bowl with poke and venison.
For the price of a blister on my hammering hand, I was allowed to eat eggs and rice and pork and learn to swim in the ocean, that incredibly overwhelming beast.
Some days go on forever.
And ever, pouring healing oils on the soul.
Happy one-month anniversary, Lauren and Syd.