The sea of love

Sometimes you pick something and maybe you don’t know why or what causes you to pick it. Sometimes you pick something now, determined to make it work for this moment, but it’s really meant for the future. Sometimes you pick something in a moment for no apparent reason and no idea of the meaning of it.

I had a song for the past 8 years. It was the perfect song. It was the song I wanted to walk down the aisle with. I fell in love with this song. I loved the song so much. Whenever I played it, the song made me weep.

It meant that much to me.

This weekend I gave the song away.

I had tried to make the song work with two different relationships. I would play it and hope that it could become our song.

But even songs don’t want to be possessed. Even songs don’t want the pressure of feeling owned by another. Sometimes songs are just there like everything — to be loved and then made free again.

Perhaps this song wasn’t meant to work for me. Perhaps this song was meant only for this lovely Finnish couple to bless their vows together. It was just waiting for the perfect couple to pass it along to.

I’m writing this as I’m sitting in Finland listening to two people rehearsing a song for a wedding tomorrow.

My friend was asked to sing in this wedding. She had been mulling over choices for a couple of weeks. Immediately I knew. It was the perfect song. It is the perfect song.

On the drive up from Oulu to another town too long to type out or pronounce I played it.

She loved it. She got it. She wanted to sing it.

But it wasn’t up to her. Now it had to pass the bride test. Would she see the beauty in the song?! Would she want it sung by my friend after she said her vows?

“Come with me. My love. To the sea. The sea of love. I wanna tell you how much I love you.

Do you remember when we met? That’s the day I knew you were my pet. I wanna tell you how much I love you. “

Simple. Two verses. A cover by Cat Power.

The bride loved it. I breathed finally, not realizing I had been holding my breath anticipating her answer.

Sitting in this log cabin, listening to their rehearsal — a violin and a dear friend’s voice — I am reminded of the beauty of letting go.

I am reminded of life’s synchronicities and flow.

I am reminded to trust the universe.

You just don’t know why something moves you or when it will come back to have even more meaning for someone else. But in the moment it all comes around- in that moment — the universe makes sense.