My pregnant daughter is getting married on Saturday.  So this seems like a good week to invoke the windhorse.  In Tibetan belief, “increasing the windhorse” means to invoke good fortune.  Also, the windhorse is imprinted on prayer flags – carrying our prayers to heaven on the wind.

I have been struggling with writing something to say during the ceremony.  I feel like a nervous swimmer trying to figure out how to enter the water.  I have jumped in a couple times, but my words felt too cold, too stiff.  Begin again.  The problem is that I am still holding onto some history, feeling like I have to give some background as I speak.  But that isn’t really true.

What I really need is to be right here, out on the leading edge – the place where we all are standing right now.  I can feel how any going back to invoke history is a lose-lose proposition. It is looking for trouble.

The tribe, the herd is gathering.  We are coming together to celebrate, to play, to invoke, to cherish, to love.  We are coming together to support, to dance, to honor, to connect, to be happy together.  New life, new love – what could be better than that?