Today (30.9.12) I witnessed something unusual.
Greg married Jan in September 2011, Jan giving birth to a son in December 2011. I wasn't present at the church ceremony but I did witness something far more interesting that day. At the reception, they had a second ceremony, that seemed very traditional, perhaps Celtic.
Basically, we all scribbled a well-wishing note on a piece of ribbon, and wrapped it around a broom. The broom was placed on the floor, before a woman said a few words about the symbolism of the broom, which I'm afraid escaped me. The happy couple then hopped over the broom and everyone was really happy.
Today, we welcomed Angus Robert Danger Gregory Joyce into the world. Angus is of Scottish origin, Robert is Jan's dad's name - or Grandpa, I'm not sure - Danger relates to his extreme earliness of birth and Gregory is well, Greg's name.
His closest relatives each had one colour of sand in a pot (not actually the one from the picture but my Ipod was out of memory and it's very close apart from the height of the pots). Each colour represented something different e.g. yellow is the colour of the sun and symbolizes joy. When all colours are in the jar, it is a symbol for all of these qualities coming together and supporting Angus throughout his life.
We were all asked to give a memorable item to Angus. I drew him a dragon, a traced outline of an original I'd done in art class. I coloured his underbelly red and turned his flesh yellow as it neared his spine, so that the dragon resembled fire. My dad wrote a four verse poem on the back, so that he knows what the dragon's about, and remembers us, since we don't see the family very often.
I'll tell you how to remember me Angus. I was the girl in the Sex Pistols shirt.
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