In today's meditation, we're thinking about life as a process of tying and untying knots, which metaphor is deliberately left wide open to interpretation.
A standby English idiom, to help us focus, is "tying the knot" in the sense of "getting married". A commitment is formed between two individuals (or more in some subcultures) in the presence of witnesses. Witnesses add weight. A community commitment, a contract known to a large public, is less likely to be taken lightly.
The absence of any ties or knots might be described as "completely unfettered" which can sound liberating for sure, but then where's the structure? How would we get anything done, minus commitments? We need knots to have events.
OK, now with all that philosophizing out of the way, I can turn to my special case scenario, wherein a wedding indeed occurred, and I got to be one of the witnesses, which I was happy to do. The event was the reception the day after the wedding, at a facility rented from the working port of Bellingham, a busy place.
Bellingham is a port city in northern Washington State, not far south from the border with Victoria, a state in Canada.
I had the option to consider going by train, but given my job, with fixed hours, the connection was dicey. And besides, I've been eager to give my car a real workout, given so many moons just sitting in the driveway or driving to Bethany Village for my teaching job (accelerated computer stuff).
Ergo, Sydney the dog and I embarked on our adventure on a Saturday morning at 4 AM. We were back by 3 PM the next day.
