The word Veil always makes me think of belly dancing, and my brief career segway onto the dance stage when I was living in Athens - once upon a time, a long time ago.
My housemate was a belly dancer and she taught me enough hip shaking, snakey arm moves to use me as a shill in the audience in order to make the tourists at the taverna feel like they too could get up on stage with her and, for lack of a better phrase, bust a move.
These days I dance in my living room, not with any skill or nuance, but just to dance out the day, and get up from my computer and move. These days as well, the veils are less literal and more figurative: I spend more time working to part them, to brush them aside, so as to be able to see life a bit more clearly, a bit more closely and a bit more keenly.
And so we part another of these shimmering layers, and come upon our rings which we will be exchanging next weekend in a ceremony that will not replace, but will enhance, the one we performed with just the 2 of us on a beach in Maui 11 years ago. This time we will not be on a beach listening to the whales singing, but will be back east with our families to celebrate the parting of another veil in our lives, and step through to yet another layer of the journey, just as beautiful and mysterious as all the others we have passed through, together and individually.
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