Serendipity
I love this word. I especially love to see it happen—as witness, but especially when it happens to me. Yesterday was a perfect example…in a chain of events…
So, becoming a celebrant happened organically when my friend, Drew, asked me to officiate his wedding to his beloved Greg. I agreed, not really knowing what that entailed. So, naturally, I dug in and realized that having an affinity for creating events and writing, and being of service to others, this might actually be a good thing all around. Consequently, I spent the summer studying, attending conferences, and applying for, and completing, the necessary paperwork.
I realized through all this, that one service I could provide was for the trans-community—a naming ceremony. Immediately, I thought of the many trans kids at my school and concluded, that if there were this many teens so close to my bubble, how many others are out there who’d like to have this done? Never considering charging anyone money for this—just one human creating sacred space for other humans who need to feel welcomed and special.
I lamented, too, that we already have a number of Columbus area celebrants...
The day my information got posted on the Humanist Society site, I got a call…”would I be interested in performing a wedding in November?” Um…yes… (Maybe? !! I’m new at this…is this for real? Careful what you ask for—game on 😊) Amanda was so patient and kind with me—she said they really only wanted to have their closest friends and family, and have "the paper signed" because they really wanted the legalization—they already felt married and this was a formality. I could do formalities, right? Of course!
We met last night—she, her Anthony, and their lovely daughter met me for coffee and I felt instantly comfortable. She had the patience and presence of my sister-in-law, Diana, who passed away suddenly 4 years ago this October. Talking to them was like a warm hug.
Upon returning home, she texted me letting me know that she was involved with running a website for our LGBTQ+ community and would I be interested in reduced rate/free services for those oppressed by societal or governmental pressures. I could do equality, right? Of course! Little did she know, but I had just that day received my “Hate has no Home Here” package with posters and magnets. Little did I know that the site she worked for was called "lovetrumpshate".
Amanda "friended" me on Facebook the next day--turns out, she also loves fall and pumpkin spice lattes.
Some times things are just meant to happen.