So Emma and I had a civil partnership.
It wasn’t really planned, but paperwork so that we can legally both be parents of the kid/s we’re planning on having. For the months beforehand I consistently went on about how it was ‘just bureaucracy’ and how it didn’t mean anything about our relationship. It was booked for the not-very-romantic hour of ten past nine on a Tuesday morning in Manchester, my parents and her mum were the only guests and I honestly thought it was no big deal.
And then the day came and it was actually huge and as I said words of love and commitment to Emma I couldn’t contain all the emotion I felt. Neither could she – we both of us cried the entire way through. This was so much bigger than I’d expected. I have my strongly-held political views about legal partnership/marriage, including some pretty strong feelings that marriage/civil partnership should not be a prerequisite for non-birth parenting and the oppressive heteronormativity of the entire thing. And also a real belief that partnering for life shouldn’t be seen as the peon of emotional achievement.
But none of that could alter the fact that I was there in a room in front of our parents swearing an oath to stick with Emma through the joys and challenges of our lives, to respect her, to love her always. It was bloody powerful. It didn’t matter what we were doing there – I needed a ceremony, a celebration, a ritual, something to mark the culmination of two years of really hard work and falling deeper in love with every new challenge.
Then a champagne brunch and presents and lots of excited chatter about life and love and it was all over. We headed home to begin our honeymoon. Part one was to climb to Gaddings Dam, the stunning reservoir on top of the Todmorden moors – to swim, camp, make a fire, share a bottle of bubbly. This was the place where we first said ‘I love you’ and where we got together properly after a few weeks of hot hot sex and ‘but I want to be single!’ confusion.
It was the full moon, and it was a supermoon. It rose slowly in the sky that evening, beautiful and huge and so damn meaningful, and in the morning, it was still there, over the other side of the water, mirroring the rising sun.
I have no words to describe Gaddings Dam – it’s my favourite place in the entire world and I’ll miss being able to go as often as I like now I’ve moved to Manchester. I wanted to share some photographs to celebrate the events of September and to say goodbye to a local spot where so many happy memories have been made.
Part 2: All change…
I’m a 30-something writer, artist, tarot reader, and perpetual explorer of the space between thought, feeling, and action.
I believe that spirituality and ritual are for everybody. I’m about the journey, in all of its messy, non-linear, chaotic iterations. I am excited by anticapitalist business and living with my whole entire self present. I use tarot cards to bring forth hidden truth, and ritual to affirm my commitment, over and over, to my ever-shifting path.