My thoughts are with the Brits. And as I watch the coverage, I am moved by a quiet and firmly shared respect among the thousands along the parade route for what, it feels to me, Queen Elizabeth gave the people every day of her life: the comforting spirit and symbolism of Continuity. How eloquently she served that one word. Maybe the monarchy is earning a renewed respect for its soft maturing power to elevate and lift and render as one, all of the people.
It approaches the majestic and the rhapsodic, and you can see and feel it in their eyes. They are in touch with a higher state of being.
And am I lost in my own sentimental fabrications? I know of the family's dark history. And of the recent scandals. And of others likely to come in freshly written books. Imperfection marks the course of all ruling parties. I once nearly worshiped JFK. It took years of revelations to deconstruct my fantasy. He surely made us feel good at the time.
For now, I'm feeling a belief in the new king. I think he is off to a remarkable start.
God bless them all.
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