Farm to Table Point Reyes
It was such an honor to put together Will and Ali's wedding flowers last summer as one of the first Bewilder Floral events. I will always have a soft spot for this day since all of the flowers were gifted by friends and family. I got to pick out flowers from New Family Farm in Sebastapol and tour some of their acres. I got to forage through the beautiful garden of a family she grew up with. All the bay laurel for the garlands was gathered from the property she grew up on. It doesn't get any more local that that.
I was so touched by the generosity of their community as I worked out of her father's wood shop and stayed in their home. Will and Ali have done so much for me and their community over the years, it did not surprise me that so many wanted to give back. I am so lucky to know these two special human beings.
Here is a piece from their vows, Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh:
When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.