While I’m sure that most readers of this blog are aware that I am getting married in October, many may be surprised to learn that we (that is, my fiancée and I) will be having a Catholic ceremony.
As such, there are a number of hoops that the church forces you to jump through before you can get married (if you want the receive the sacrament of marriage, which Morah does). One of those hoops is the Engaged Encounter, and this past weekend, Morah and I went on ours.
What we expected was two days of hippie-esque, massage-circle, trust-fall, talk-about-your-feelings, make-macaroni-art-and-share-it-with-the-group type activities that involved a disgustingly cute married couple and a half a dozen other hard core-religious engaged couples. What it turned out to be was two days of listen-to-boring-talks and write-about-your-feelings-until-your-hand-cramps type activities with two kind-of-cute married couples and over a dozen other religious-but-not-in-a-why-aren’t-YOU-Catholic-way couples.
All in all, it seemed kind of pointless for Morah and I to be there, as the majority of the activities were things like, “Think about where you want to live, how many kids you want, should your spouse stay at home and raise the kids” et cetera, then write down your feelings and talk to each other about it. I think it primarily designed to facilitate communication between the couples and get them thinking about issues that they may not have previously thought about.
Trouble is, Morah and I have fantastic and very-open lines of communication between us, and we had already talked about everything they told us to talk about. So it was kind of boring.
To make things more interesting, I tried to get creative with the stuff I was writing. I tried to do something a little different for each one, so I ended up with (among other things) a short story, a third-person narrative, a poem, a love letter, a comic strip, and a Mad Lib. I figured that if I had to do something as acerebral as tell Morah how I feel, even when I know she already knows, I should at least make it a little more challenging for myself by getting creative.
On the last day, just before we left, they had us ask for forgiveness from our partner (if we needed to). They billed it as a “last chance” to get things off your chest before the weekend was officially over. Morah and I agreed that we had nothing for which we needed to be forgiven, so we went to get some water. While we were waiting around, we overheard another couple who were having a really serious discussion. She seemed quite cross with him and he seemed rather indignant. She was saying something about him and his friends and how he needed to respect her more. Morah and I looked at each other and decided to give them privacy. I hope it all worked out for them!
All in all, we had a lot of freedom. That freedom combined with the fact that we live a three minute drive away from the camp meant that Morah and I could have gone home at night, had we really wanted to.
It wasn’t as terrible as I thought it would be. I’m glad it’s over and done with, though. Now we can get everything sorted with the Spokane Diocese and get the paperwork going in Honolulu.
It was nice to be able to spend the weekend with Morah without the stress of the outside world. The retreat grounds were nice and we walked around a bit on Saturday afternoon.
I would say that, besides spending time with Morah, the best part of the weekend was the snack table. -)0 People like this. Be the first!