From the Ashes: My Story of Being Métis, Homeless, and Finding My Way

by Jesse Thistle

The city hall ceremony had been just a legal formality; the real wedding happened while the two of us were alone in the woods, by the lakeshore, in the misty sunrise. We submerged our hands in the water and the bond was sealed. In that moment of love, continents joined and the gaping maw within me closed, silent and forever. Creator and Luna were our only witnesses. The water ceremony was the way I imagine my ancestors would have married. It was the best wedding we could have asked for.

Gorgeous- “the gaping maw with me closed.”