There is no opposite to reconcile. I’ve been both bride and groom, loved and lived as both, since both lived in me.
Many times I could have said the same as Gawain, terrified in the face what was to come, “I’m not ready. I’m not ready yet.”
For many people, they smell White Diamonds and, instantly, they melt. They remember their mother’s indulgent laugh; the arms that held them.
I learned that kind of hard-won glamour; that we should have beauty, however much the world wants to keep it from us.
I think now, what is life if not a rather ridiculous, fumbling, histrionic, financially ruinous, unwieldy thing?