The puppets throw a poetry party (for our anniversary)

Our feet, eloping 3 years ago on a sunny beach, far far away...

Today is the anniversary of meeting M for the first time.  We also eloped on this same day, 3 years ago. 8 years of knowing each other and 3 years hitched. The puppets were up all night – I could hear them rumbling around the place – clearly up to no good in preparation for today.

While ups and downs follow us wherever we go as a couple, and while Turkey is embroiled in debates about new health care coverage laws and the impending death of French-Turkish relations (more on that soon – the puppets are in a mad debate about it all) there is never a better day for some inspirational poetry about love and partnership – framed here as marriage – or so says Hacivad Bey says.  He woke us at dawn with these words…followed by champagne, courtesy of the Karagöz puppet troupe…

This Marriage

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

Kulliyat-i-Shams 2667