Weddings are not just private moments— they are deeply communal and profoundly spiritual, rooted in place and history. Ours will take place on the ancestral and unceded land of the Gabrielino-Tongva people, the original stewards of what is now called Beverly Hills. To begin in truth, we honor their story of care and resilience.

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This land later became part of the Doheny estate— a monument to oil wealth, extraction, and California's colonial legacy. That story, too, is woven into the ground on which we gather. 

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And yet, we hold another story close to our hearts as we prepare for June: the wedding at Cana. Sometime around the late 20s CE, in a small village in northern Israel, a celebration was underway. The wine ran out. The jugs were empty. And it was into that very need that something sacred poured in. Water became wine. Scarcity became abundance. The nomad-carpenter Jesus began his divine ministry through stone vessels, poured and shared. 

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We believe love is transformative like that. Not because it ignores what came before, but because it roots itself in it— and offers something new. Fitting, we think, for Greystone's history.

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The wedding at Cana is also a cornerstone in the Christian imagination. It reminds us that the holy is earthy— concerned with tables, vessels, bodies, and joy. It reminds us that Christ comes not to condemn the feast, but to complete it. That God's first act in flesh was not to preach, but to pour. To give uninterrupted joy. "Life abundant" (John 10:10). ​

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Throughout scripture, the wedding feast becomes the central image which represents the final culmination of history— the union between heaven and earth, between Creator and creation. The wedding at Cana was a signpost pointing to the kind of world God longs for: one marked by communal abundance, generosity, laughter, intimacy, transformation.

 

On our wedding day, we hope our marriage covenant will be another signpost.

 

We will enter the day giving thanks to the Creator for the soil beneath us, trees around us, the wine and bread broken among us, the breath of life between us. 

 

Our love is one more story being written into this land—woven into a web of creation, justice, and joy that began long before us and continues still. As a public park, we hope to one day return to Greystone with our children, spread out a picnic blanket, and share with them all the memories held and created on this precious ground.