Tree Of Life - Presence Of Love


The celebrant at my son and new daughter in-law's wedding started off offering that we share the union of Avalon and Holly in the presence of God, Goddess, or whatever you choose to call the Presence Of Love.

I have always been uncomfortable with both the God and Goddess words, and even 'Great Spirit', but this celebrant's words reminded me how I feel the 'Presence Of Love' is the core that forever builds, nourishes and constantly transforms our Tree Of Life.


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