and I were married on November 3, 2007 in a traditional Sufi ceremony. It was beautiful and joyous and transformative. I came down sick the next day and lay in bed recuperating, then went into a three-day indescribable group session of sorts, which was also pretty incredible. Immediately after that M and I got on a plane to our small honeymoon and headed straight for the pool to relax. In short, a whirlwind.

I feel like I've been poured into a cocktail shaker and been shaken all around with some other things, about to emerge as a new substance. It's exciting and unknown. Who is this married lady becoming? Suddenly everything seems still familiar and yet brand new. I can feel the priorities in my life shifting and realigning. What does it mean to throw my lot in with another, to feed each other, to build something together larger and stranger than either one of us alone? What does it mean to take him, as the vows say, as my most sacred trust, given to me by God?

I can't wait to find out, both in this moment and continually, over and over, for years and years and years to come.