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Jim and Tania married last weekend in Boulder Colorado. It was freezing cold but Tania didn’t give an inch. In Colorado you are allowed to create your own ceremony. No officials, church or what have you. This made it very intimate. Both had carefully, with a lot of love, formulated their wedding vows. This kind of ritual would be good to introduce in the Netherlands. It makes it more special to hear from themselves what attracts them in each other and what they are looking forward to together. The party was in a huge tent with just enough heaters. Food, drinks and atmosphere were excellent. I met great people and my toast was much appreciated. Jim decided during the vision quest in the Anza-Borrego Desert (see: I am back-with love) that we did in february that he wanted to marry Tania. He proposed to her in a small luxury yacht in the canals of Amsterdam what I had arranged for them.

During the two days that I was there I took the opportunity to wander solo through the Rockies. It was marvelous: snow, sun, clean air and physical exhaustion. What else do you want? Walking the Hessie Trail I was reminded of the last part of the poem by Rilke, the man watching:

Whoever was beaten by this angel

(who often simply declined the fight)

went away proud and strengthened,

and great from that harsh hand,

that kneaded him as if to change his shape.

Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.

Nature defeated me big time. Normally my family tells me to go back because they have had it. This time I had to tell myself I couldn’t walk any further. So after 7 hours I was back by the car close to the little hippie village Nederland. Strangely enough I felt happy about it. That was something new. Only later I found out that Jim used to run up this trail in preparation for the marathon. And even much further than what I had walked. The competitive genes start to rumble then. This is maybe a bit too much defeat. Anyway it was a great way to prepare for the upcoming meetings with Jaworski. I visited the hairdresser who really made an effort (washing your hair after the haircut ‘So do you get rid of all the little hairs,’ while putting a hot towel on my face except for nose and mouth to relax even further. No, no happy ending, it was a hairdresser) and bought presents for the family back home. I enjoyed it. Both shopkeeper and hairdresser were surprised that I only came to visit Boulder for 2 days and a wedding, but that is what love for great friends does to you…

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