Amid the hustle and bustle of event upon event, wedding after wedding–sometimes three in one day–I find the time to look up the NPS guide of Asheville’s Masonic Temple. The National Park Service is one of the few trustworthy pillars left of American politics, and I find it charming that there is such a lovely list of resources about our little town of Asheville.When at The Masonic Temple I immediately think of Donna Tartt’s Secret History and ancient rituals performed by solemn men with golden candles sitting inside dark rooms, pondering. Scheming. Hoping. The perfect place to have a wedding. The perfect place to feel the weight of love and life and purpose. Why does it feel like for all of the historical places in the US, all the cobblestone paths and old trolley lines left in the ground, Art Deco buildings and solid Cedar wood floors that creak with all of the memories housed within, that we’ve forgotten our history? I’ve been watching things change recently. Going to weddings all the time, I get to see transition happen. Sometimes it is elegant and soft, like this wedding was, pictured here. For others, it is charming or delicate, or just attempting to be. Sometimes the personalities of each family overwhelm me so much I go home feeling as though I’ve made something wonderful happen–we’ve made something be meaningful for someone. And that is why we do this, why we continue to work within this ceremony of transition. Make the meaning.

Making Meaning Amid the hustle and bustle of event upon event, wedding after wedding–sometimes three in one day–I find the time to look up the NPS guide of Asheville’s Masonic Temple.