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The handfasting on Sunday went very well, I thought.
It was sunny but quite cold and windy; fortunately I was wearing trousers and a long-sleeved top under my ritual robe, but Robin was dressed much more lightly and was unfortunately chilled for most of the ritual. As is usual on ceremonial occasions, I was too concerned with the energies and intricacies of the rite to really feel the low temperature until after we'd dismissed the circle, at which point my hands were so cold that I could barely sign the official paperwork. It was a great relief to take down the altar and go inside for an upstairs cocktail reception.
There are more pictures here of me than there probably should be, just because on this occasion, miraculously, I actually photographed fairly well. That horrible thing that's happening with my hair is the wind.
First, let's set the scene with some photographs of the venue, which was at the Pavilion in Assiniboine Park:
Plus the signing table:
The altar:
Amanda, also known as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eastpath:
And me:
Me and Robin prior to the ceremony:
Me casting the circle:
Me blessing the Goddess candle (white) as Robin reads the introduction to the audience:
A shot ofdiamond_lies during the ceremony, looking beautiful:
And me bidding farewell to the Guardian of the South:
Everybody carried out their parts perfectly, and apparently my voice could be heard all the way to the back row of chairs, which was excellent considering how windy it was. The cocktail reception afterwards was a great chance to sit and talk with the other Pagans who had come to the ritual, and the food was AMAZING (especially the large deep-fried ravioli of a type I'd never had before).
Thank you,diamond_lies, for asking me to be the officiant on your very special day. :-)
It was sunny but quite cold and windy; fortunately I was wearing trousers and a long-sleeved top under my ritual robe, but Robin was dressed much more lightly and was unfortunately chilled for most of the ritual. As is usual on ceremonial occasions, I was too concerned with the energies and intricacies of the rite to really feel the low temperature until after we'd dismissed the circle, at which point my hands were so cold that I could barely sign the official paperwork. It was a great relief to take down the altar and go inside for an upstairs cocktail reception.
There are more pictures here of me than there probably should be, just because on this occasion, miraculously, I actually photographed fairly well. That horrible thing that's happening with my hair is the wind.
First, let's set the scene with some photographs of the venue, which was at the Pavilion in Assiniboine Park:
Plus the signing table:
The altar:
Amanda, also known as
eastpath:And me:
Me and Robin prior to the ceremony:
Me casting the circle:
Me blessing the Goddess candle (white) as Robin reads the introduction to the audience:
A shot of
diamond_lies during the ceremony, looking beautiful:And me bidding farewell to the Guardian of the South:
Everybody carried out their parts perfectly, and apparently my voice could be heard all the way to the back row of chairs, which was excellent considering how windy it was. The cocktail reception afterwards was a great chance to sit and talk with the other Pagans who had come to the ritual, and the food was AMAZING (especially the large deep-fried ravioli of a type I'd never had before).
Thank you,
diamond_lies, for asking me to be the officiant on your very special day. :-)
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