Marriage of Ocean and Forest

One possibility is that “honeymoon” comes from ancient Persia where literally it meant month of honey, and a bride’s father would provide her new groom mead for the first month of marriage. It is a carefree month of pleasure and celebration, as the glow of new union waxes and wanes. For the month we have been married—the small sphere of personal and work stress ricochets between stresses in the country and the world. We do our best to breathe, to focus on this moment, here. To make the space for that, we took a few days off and drove east to Cape Cod, spent time driving up and down this curl of land that shyly stretches itself into the open sea. We find honey in the marriage of ocean and forest here, the fiery colors of fall against the lushness of lichen, moss, swamp, crashing waves... We share nectar with characters we met, follow paths of nectar, taste it in the fruits of the sea... Worries and stress might be waiting for us where we left them... but we head home sweetened, reset, bonded, buoyed.