03/14/2026
Today, I had the rare chance to play "fly on the wall" at The Old Church with the Purple Door. Our usual officiant was away, so Gussy stepped into the role. Watching from the back of the room, stripped of my role as coordinator and husband, I witnessed the true power of the space we’ve built.
The Sacred Boundary
As a wind storm howled against the eaves, a wild, elemental metaphor for the journey of marriage, the sanctuary remained a vessel of stillness. The haze you see in this room is intentional. Gussy and I believe that a marriage is sacred; the mist sets a liminal space, a boundary that prevents the "outside" from getting in. It muffles the noise of the mundane world so that only the heartbeat of the union remains.
The Ritual of Presence and Absence
What struck me most was the shift from hostess to Priestess.
Gussy didn't just lead the ceremony; she curated the energy. Under the rose-colored glow of the chandelier, she stepped well back into the shadows, leaving the couple to stand alone in a circle of light. In their black gowns, tattoos blazing, they weren't just a spectacle for a crowd, they were an expression of the Goddess, the Divine Feminine as well.
The Old Church Way
As she improvised about the storm outside, she slowly drew closer for the blessing of the rings, only to slip away again, ensuring the couple remained the center of the universe. By the time the final words were spoken, there wasn't a dry eye in the building, save for the couple, whose eyes gleamed with the love they had just protected within that circle.
We don't just host weddings here. We hold space for the pagan community and for anyone seeking a deeper, grounded connection to the ancient ways.