Day of A Strange Spell
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smokingbootI have been taking endless photos and sending them instantly to my mother. She managed to see most of the coronation and is very happy.
For me, the music was beautiful even with the appearance of every trope from Greensleeves to Zardok the Priest, but two things stayed with me. On the bottom of the screen that hid the king's anointing, I saw the words of Julian of Norwich, 14th century anchoress and mystic; 'all shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.'
I can't know if it's true, but still it feels good to read it.
We couldn't avoid Jupiter from Handel's The Planets Suite , so cheering it seems mandatory in every black and white movie ever made in Britain, especially about the war. The middle section becomes I vow to thee my country, with Cecil Spring-Rice's words taken from the Book of Proverbs. They alway soften me up.
And soul by soul and silently
Her shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness
And all her paths are peace
KCIII reiterated this in one of his vows later. It was heart warming and kind, whether you'd call it exactly real, given where we are...
The lost know well enough that such a place may not be this country, or anywhere we set our feet right now, but some other state C.S. Lewis tried to point out with his mountain range in The Last Battle, or J.R.R. Tolkien wished to evoke with Frodo's sight of Valinor after his travails. Julian may be Pollyanna, Spring-Rice may be shmaltzy, Proverbs 3:17 may be irrelevant, Lewis and Tolkien might be dreamers. But if I was going to give allegiance to any principle, hopes of gentleness and peace would be a good place to start. And I'll let this work on me for today, rather than muse on the strangeness of these procedings. Tomorrow for sense, today for re-reading Julian.
For me, the music was beautiful even with the appearance of every trope from Greensleeves to Zardok the Priest, but two things stayed with me. On the bottom of the screen that hid the king's anointing, I saw the words of Julian of Norwich, 14th century anchoress and mystic; 'all shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.'
I can't know if it's true, but still it feels good to read it.
We couldn't avoid Jupiter from Handel's The Planets Suite , so cheering it seems mandatory in every black and white movie ever made in Britain, especially about the war. The middle section becomes I vow to thee my country, with Cecil Spring-Rice's words taken from the Book of Proverbs. They alway soften me up.
And soul by soul and silently
Her shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness
And all her paths are peace
KCIII reiterated this in one of his vows later. It was heart warming and kind, whether you'd call it exactly real, given where we are...
The lost know well enough that such a place may not be this country, or anywhere we set our feet right now, but some other state C.S. Lewis tried to point out with his mountain range in The Last Battle, or J.R.R. Tolkien wished to evoke with Frodo's sight of Valinor after his travails. Julian may be Pollyanna, Spring-Rice may be shmaltzy, Proverbs 3:17 may be irrelevant, Lewis and Tolkien might be dreamers. But if I was going to give allegiance to any principle, hopes of gentleness and peace would be a good place to start. And I'll let this work on me for today, rather than muse on the strangeness of these procedings. Tomorrow for sense, today for re-reading Julian.
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